Going To The Party
I was scanning my books, but I couldn't concentrate because I couldn't stop thinking about Oliver and the words he said to me. I didn't eat with him during dinner because I didn't want to see his face and have another unpleasant conversation with him. And I was wondering where he is right now, and I don't like to get downstairs and talk with Celia because I hate to know if Oliver went together with Keisha to attend the beach party.
I was sulking in my room because even my dad favored Oliver. How could my dad defend him when he was only his best friend's son while I was his daughter? I hated my father for trusting Oliver so much, and my father didn't even know that his daughter was hurting. I know we can never have a civil conversation because we constantly bark at ea
