As I walk into the party, people were staring at me. I look to see where my father was. Except I didn't see him. Of course. Why would he be here anyway. I'm his least favorite child.
Why would he show anyway.
I walk towards the bathroom and start to tear up.
"Ugh! Why am I even crying."
Damn it!
I knew I should've just stayed home.
This is not where I'm supposed to be.
"Are you okay?"
A tall man with black hair looks down at me with a smile.
Ugh I probably look so stupid on the floor.
I calmly get up and try to walk out, the tall man grabs my hand and says "wait, seriously why are you upset."
I know this guy, he has a scar-
on his lip..
Oh no.