Hannah's POV
Managing to throw myself over the hordes. I manage to grab onto my locker. Sighing with relief I put in my combination and pulled open the door.
And was instantly buried under a pile of paper and glitter.
"Mughhhhh!" I screamed. I began choking on the glitter. Was I going die under pile of sparkles?
I was just deciding if my grave should read Death by glitter or sparkles, when someone grabbed my hand and yanked me from my death.
My thanks died in throat as I saw who my savior was.
Without even having time to blink the glitter from my eyes, my favourite two-two was off again.
"HEY HANNAH-BANANA. HAHAHAHAHAHA ISN'T THAT SO FUNNY." She was dementedly grinning at me, like the Cheshire cat on a sugar high.
I nodded, already exhausted.
"DID YOU GET MY INVITATIONS? I MADE SURE TO PUT EXTRA IN NANCY'S LOCKER, SO SHE DIDN'T GET MAD AT ME, LIKE WHEN I HAD A SLEEPOVER."
I looked down the hall to see a river of students, invitations and one very confused janitor trying to sweep it up. Trying to ignore the moans of pain I turned to Karen, who was wearing what looked like a orange prisoner's jumpsuit. If a prisoner ever got caught in a fight between fake diamonds and feathers.
"Are you having another sleepover?" I tried to keep the panic from my voice. Last time Karen had a sleepover it resulted in two arrests and an attempted suicide. (Actually, that was just during hide and seek when Addie rolled her wheelchair out the window to get away from Karen and the axe she was using to find people.)
"NO WAY. A BAZILLION TIMES BETTER! READ YOUR INVITATION SILLY BILLY!"
The invitation read:
KAREN'S TEA PARTY
Who: All the girls from Ms. Colman's class. (GIRLS ONLY ABSOLUTLEY NO NO NO BOYS ALOUD.)
When: This Saturday 12-4
Where: Daddy's letting me use the playroom as long as I don't use any sharp objects.
SEE YOU ALL THEIR!
This was decorated by butterflies, unicorns and, you guessed it, glitter.
Ignoring the spelling and grammatical errors I managed to work out what was happening. Lovely lady time.
"Karen" I tried to think of a semi-plausible excuse. "I-I think I'm busy-"
"NOPE. I ALREADY HACKED YOUR PHONE CALENDER, YOU'RE FREE ALL DAY. YOU COULD COME OVER EARLY SO WE CAN ALL GET DRESSED LIKE LOVELY LADIES. OH BULLLLLLLFROGS!" She suddenly screeched.
The world went silent for a moment. By the time my ears had recovered themselves, I could hear Karen's stomping and yelling again. (Think I'd rather be deaf.)
"-LEFT MY FEATHER BOA AT MOMMY'S HOUSE. THIS IS GIGUNDOLY UNFAIR."
Ever since Karen had tried to cut of Andrew's ear to help him with his Vincent Van Gogh project, Karen spent one day every two months with her Mom. The rest of the time her dad gave her the whole third floor to live on. Their huge family had shrank to three people, and believe me, if they could have moved away, they would have too.
Yet again Karen had been reduced to a snivelling ball of snot.
I took this opportunity to quickly wade away through the invitations that littered the hall.
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A/N
Hey, I've finally writen this chapter! Sorry it's been awhile.
Thanks to all the lovely reviews, constructive critism and ideas. I really appreciate it.
To all the not-so-lovely reviewers, calm down, okay. This story's just for a laugh.
Anyway, please review, it makes me so happy, really.