Even though my name was clearly penned on it, the hesitation paused my hand from touching the blue card on my desk until a long-haired girl came closer to me and, with her rounded eyes, questioned about the invitation I received.
"Did Kevin really invite you to his birthday party? I can't believe it. How could he get to know a poor girl like you?" She, while speaking, grabbed the card and checked it out thoroughly, hoping that it was a fake; her face then turned cynical at the fact of its authenticity. At her dislike reaction, I didn't pay her my heed as attending Kevin's birthday party didn't interest me.
Before taking her steps away, her scornful eyes shot her envy towards me, whom she counted as a lucky girl for that rare opportunity of gaining that cockiest student's attention.
Wit
