My Life As Sakura!
Chapter 2
"Sakura, we just felt sorry about calling you boring yesterday, so I thought we should invite you to a party tonight." Hilary said with a voice not sounding at all sorry to me.
"Yea. You don't have to wear anything formal, Cherie said, "It would be fun!" I stood there, in deep thought. "Is it a trick? They might be taking revenge." I thought to myself with doubt that the invitation was good. I'll go though, and I'll be prepared.
"Okay then. I'll go." I replied, forcing a smile.
"Great! Meet you there!" Hilary said, in her usual proud voice. Something in her voice made me sure it was definitely a trick.
That night, I dressed in a white gown that was embroidered with flowers and leaves. It belonged to my mother. She made it for me to wear on my wedding day in future. Wearing the beautiful dress made me miss her. I remember the times we spent together, the million things we did. I sighed, they would never happen again. She was gone forever. Tears were almost about to pour from my eyes. I forced myself not to cry and made sure my diamond necklace was hidden safely under the collar of my dress. After that, I headed for the party.
I knew it! It was a formal party! So they thought they could fool me? Not a chance!
So they thought they could trick me into wearing something like a pair of jeans! Well too bad!
A distance away, I saw them, both Cherie and Hilary. They were shaking their butts and flirting with other guys. I carefully walked towards them.
"Hello." I greeted them both. Their eyes looked like they were about to pop out, as they starred wide-eyed at me. "Where did you get that dress from?" Hilary asked, dumbfounded. I hesitated answering. If I told them mother made it for me, they would laugh and make fun of it. In the end, I said, "Someone gave it to me as a present." After all they do know that I couldn't afford such stuff now.
"Oh, I thought you stole it from a shop," Cherie said in a snotty voice, "or even borrowed it from someone. Someone such as your best friend Madison."
I was furious. Madison is rich, and I'm poor, so what? We're still best friends and we don't really care about who's rich or who's not. Madison is a sweet girl; she's always there for me when I need help. She's always videotaping me though. I tried not to show my anger and enjoy myself, but to no avail.
Chapter 2
"Sakura, we just felt sorry about calling you boring yesterday, so I thought we should invite you to a party tonight." Hilary said with a voice not sounding at all sorry to me.
"Yea. You don't have to wear anything formal, Cherie said, "It would be fun!" I stood there, in deep thought. "Is it a trick? They might be taking revenge." I thought to myself with doubt that the invitation was good. I'll go though, and I'll be prepared.
"Okay then. I'll go." I replied, forcing a smile.
"Great! Meet you there!" Hilary said, in her usual proud voice. Something in her voice made me sure it was definitely a trick.
That night, I dressed in a white gown that was embroidered with flowers and leaves. It belonged to my mother. She made it for me to wear on my wedding day in future. Wearing the beautiful dress made me miss her. I remember the times we spent together, the million things we did. I sighed, they would never happen again. She was gone forever. Tears were almost about to pour from my eyes. I forced myself not to cry and made sure my diamond necklace was hidden safely under the collar of my dress. After that, I headed for the party.
I knew it! It was a formal party! So they thought they could fool me? Not a chance!
So they thought they could trick me into wearing something like a pair of jeans! Well too bad!
A distance away, I saw them, both Cherie and Hilary. They were shaking their butts and flirting with other guys. I carefully walked towards them.
"Hello." I greeted them both. Their eyes looked like they were about to pop out, as they starred wide-eyed at me. "Where did you get that dress from?" Hilary asked, dumbfounded. I hesitated answering. If I told them mother made it for me, they would laugh and make fun of it. In the end, I said, "Someone gave it to me as a present." After all they do know that I couldn't afford such stuff now.
"Oh, I thought you stole it from a shop," Cherie said in a snotty voice, "or even borrowed it from someone. Someone such as your best friend Madison."
I was furious. Madison is rich, and I'm poor, so what? We're still best friends and we don't really care about who's rich or who's not. Madison is a sweet girl; she's always there for me when I need help. She's always videotaping me though. I tried not to show my anger and enjoy myself, but to no avail.