Bella
"I told you, make sure you get a good sleep and stay off the pot. Your eyes are becoming permanently red." my mother scolds at me staring at my reflection in the mirror. I wish I could tell her the reason I got high instead of my lack of sleep last night—images of Tyler and that slut was in my head. I left the pitiful party right after, not saying goodbye to anyone.
"I'm not sure I am still invited mother," I grumble yawning.
"Of course you are," she pushes my mouth close "you are my daughter, we'll be at that party."
"Besides, her mother dropped us an invitation."
