Atticus
I hate parties.
Especially the big parties.
I'm a music producer who's been invited to and attended the biggest parties in this country. And I hate them.
I hate the loud banging music, torturing my ears. Especially when it's music that I've made. I hate the drinks passing around from corner to corner. I hate the crowds yelling and laughing over the banging music. And that's exactly what this homecoming party is. Atleast the music here is a bit slow and soothing. And the crowd is less chaotic.
What makes me hate this party the most is being the centre of attraction.
Everyone's looking at me. Everyone's talking to me. Everyone's asking questions. The party is about me. The party was thrown for me.
My mother is not making it any easy.
For the past one hour, she's been flaunti
