Looking up at the beautiful blue sky, I set forth to Hungary's house. She had invited me to a sleepover party to celebrate her 25th birthday. Knowing me, you would definitely know that I would go. I would never pass up an opportunity like this. I'm only twelve, but me and Hungary go way back. She was the best babysitter EVER. We knew each other since the day I could walk. It's only fair that I go to her party.
I'm getting off subject, aren't I? Sorry, I won't do it again.
With sleeping bag and duffel sack in hand, I take a step but trip on the curb. I fall flat on my face, with arms too full to push myself back up. At first, I think that I'm gonna be stuck like that forever and I start to hyperventilate with fear. Then I tell myself to just take a chill pill and wait for someone to come along and help me.
Just my luck, a boy that I go to school with walks by. His name's Germany, and he's one of those big football players that hates your guts. This one is the one that proves the rule. His family despises mine and vice versa because of something that happened WAY back to who knows when. All I know is that he's supposed to not be anywhere near me.
But to my surprise, he holds out his hand for me to take when I look up. My eyes fall upon his and I blush. I grasp his hand and stand up, staggering a bit from shock.
"Are you alright, Panama?" he asks sympathetically.
"Y-yes..." I stutter.
"Well, off you go on your way now," He pats me on the back. "Don't want you to be late for... whatever you're doing. That and we don't want our dads to see us together, now do we?"
Forget 50 Shades of Grey. By now, I'm 50 shades of RED. I can't help it; I'm too fair-skinned. I was born that way.
"Y-y-yeah," I mumble. "See you 'round."
'That was dangerously close.' I think. 'Let's hope Hungary didn't invite boys to the party.'
TO BE CONTINUED