Is this really just a birthday party?
Slowly, I stepped out and all the cameras turned towards us in a mere second, with paparazzi pouncing on us with lame questions but they were held back by guardsmen. I felt nauseous and instinctively hid my face from all the flashes.
I took Sandi's hand in mine which she squeezed hard. If I am feeling this way then she must be dying. She can't handle attention or too many people.
I pulled her to my side wrapping an arm around her and telling her to take deep breaths. She can have a panic attack in these kinds of situations. We walked behind mom and dad almost hiding behind them covering our faces with our hands. Dad should have atleast warned us.
Entering the building, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. A sudden comforting warmth surrounded my body. I looked at Sandi who looked pale and was still breathing heavily.
"Chillax dude, it's over." I tried to comfort her and pulled her to my side again.
