"You have got to be kidding me, Haley," I say into the phone. "Nope." "Did you really think I'd say yes?" "Yeah?" "No! I have the worst track record with parties." It's Friday night, and Haley is trying to get me to got to a party. "Please Mia? It'll be fun. What could go wrong this time?" "Ugh. A lot, Haley. But, fine. I'll go." I'm such a pushover. "Great! I love you, Mia! I'll be over in a jiffy!" She doesn't wait for an answer, and she hangs up right away. I put down my phone and walk to my closet. I found a black skirt and a striped tube top to go with it. "Eh, this looks fine," I whisper to myself after I slipped it on. "Hell yes, it does," Haley says as she barges into my room. "Geez, Haley!" I shout. "Sorry," she says sheepishly. "It's fine." We head into the bathroom

