Pink Hearts to Black Beauties

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story for a contest hosted by FruitLoop246. My song was "It's My Party" by Lesley Gore. The first half describes what happened as a flashback narrated by Lesley, the next was how I figured she would feel about it after a couple years. Some references are linked directly to the lyrics, while others are from her various music videos attached to this song.

Submitted: July 14, 2013

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The party had everything I wanted. All my friends. All my classmates. My Johnny…

The next thing I knew Johnny switched me for another girl. Not just for the song, but as his girlfriend. I though he loved me. I certainly loved him, but I guess Judy always was one for fooling around and she finally got to Johnny.  They left and I kept dancing, looking for him. I asked everyone, but nobody saw them. I saw her once; with him…they were holding hands. I simply put another one of my records on. At first I was angry, but that gave way to hurt

I was upset because I was always seeing her and him together. I never saw them for more than a second, but it was obvious what happened. Johnny had been seduced by a girl in all black. That girl was Judy, once a close friend, but I can't forgive her for this. I can't. I can cry though, and it's my party, cry if I want to...cry if I want to. After that, I couldn't take it, I ran off knocking my cake to the floor. When I ran out I saw Judy and my Johnny’s ring on her finger. I cried, heartbroken.  I knew it was pathetic, but it’s my party, I’ll cry if I want to. My girlfriends tried to comfort me, but I felt so cold, so…used.  They all said it was going to be okay, no use crying over someone who couldn't see how much I cared, how much he hurt me with that ring. I sobbed into my knees, sniffling out a choked “you would cry too, if it happened to you.”


It had been three years since my sixteenth birthday party, three years since my little ‘surprise party.’ Three years since I smiled. I haven’t seen either of them since that day, just as I haven’t had a party since that day.  Johnny had filled my heart with joy; his touch set me on fire. It was perfect. The only problem was he had to go and break my heart.  He ran off with Judy, only to come back on my birthday, with his arm around Judy and his ring around his finger. I was told they separated before they married. Too bad, I had thought if he left me for her, they would last, but they didn't.  Such a sad story.  For both of us. I’m just glad that it wasn't me.  He probably would have let me wear his ring if it weren't for Judy, but she was such a nice girl I can’t help but to feel bad for her. I guess I’m just another hysterical girl in the U.S.


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