It's even worse than I thought it would be. Now i want to become a female priest. My eyes burned greatly when they rested themselves onto the sparkly grey shirt and black skirt. Mom was beaming at me, does she REALLY think I like this?

I shook my head fiercely before backing away, "Nooooo way. I'm not going out of the house looking like that. Let alone a party full of my middle school peers."

Mom rolled her eyes, shoving the distasteful outfit at me, "It's not THAT bad Sadie. I'm not trying to get you into a hooker's getup."

I can totally picture a hooker wearing this while sitting on a street curb. Please, don't make me do this. Please let me feel so suddenly sick that I'll have to stay home. Maybe I can throw up?

Instead of complaining any longer about the embarrassing trap, I simply stood there frozen. Mom's forehead was getting more wrinkles by the minute. That means she's frustrated. There's plenty of things I would like to do with this slutty halloween costume, for example throwing it in the fire. However, if I did, Mom would most probably dump my body in the Delaware River after she was done with it.

"Just put it on." That's an order.

I sighed and gave in, "Alright! But I'm wearing a sweatshirt over this!"

Mom didn't seem to care about that for she waltzed out of my bedroom, telling me to hurry up and dress. Quick! I can escape through the window and climb down the rain pipe!

Before I could even inch towards my unlocked window, Mother's voice mocked me from outside, "Don't even think about it....!"

Dammit mothers who have eyes in the back of their heads.

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Several painful moments later, I was glaring at myself through the mirror. The grey sparkly shirt makes my head look too small and the skirt didn't even go past my knees! My mother wants me to get raped tonight! Or at least get the boys attention. Either way, I was not grateful!

Mom poked her head into my room, "You look beautiful honey!"

"I feel like a fat cow."

Mom rolled her eyes at me, "Don't be silly." I'm not being silly, I'm being truthful. Deciding not to reply back, I advanced towards my closer in need of a sweatshirt that can cover all this ugliness.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

I glanced back at her, "I'm fetching a sweatshirt. You said I could wear one."

My bearing mother of good news frowned, "Oh yeah! I already got you one." She pulled out a black sweater from behind her back and handed it to me. Wait a second...I know this sweater from somewhere!

Mom continued on, "It will match with your outfit."

"Mom! Is this the sweater that Aunt Julie wore when she DIED?"

She wrapped it around my shoulders, "Yes! Don't worry Sadie, it's clean!" Oh! IT'S CLEAN. THAT MAKES ME FEEL A LOT BETTER!

I folded my arms and stated, "That's it. I'm not going."

Mom gave me a look as if I killed her cat, "Excuse me?"

"Uh---I don't want to go...anymore..? Get ready for the explosion that people in Hawaii will hear.

"I do all these things for you and NOW you don't want to go?!"

I defended, "I never wanted to go in the first place! You're the one who is forcing me!"

Mom was determined to have the last say, "Well SADIE MCGEE, you ARE going!" She marched out of the room. Sometimes I wonder how I came out of her.

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My phone vibrated from under me as I waited in the living room. Guess who? Coconut Head. I slowly picked up my phone, "Hello?"

"PARRRRRTAYYY TIME!"

I winced and almost threw my phone across the room, "Gee, thanks for blowing out my eardrum."

Coconut Head quieted down, laughing slightly, "Ha, sorry Sadie. I'm just EXCITED for the bowling party."

"Why?" I asked. Who would possibly be excited about BOWLING?

I could picture Coconut Head shrugging over the other line as he replied, "I dunno. There's supposed to be a live band there!"

A live band at a BOWLING party? Now that's something I never seen before. Coconut Head broke my chain of thoughts, "Hey listen, Sadie. I gotta go. I'll see you at the party, alright?"

I nodded, as if he could see me, "Alright, see you there." The line went dead. And so does my life. Mother rushed down the stairs moments later, checking her watch.

"Time to go!"

I pleaded with her, "Can Dad drive me?"

Mom answered clearly hurt, "Why can't I drive you?" Because I don't want you embarrassing me. I just know Mom would refuse to drop me quietly off outside, she would barge in the party, making a huge scene THEN say goodbye to me. A kiss on the forehead is a bonus.

"You must be tired. You already did enough, Dad can take care of the transportation."

Mom seemed fully convinced, "Oh-oh, alright." She went to call Dad from the basement. He's probably watching NFL sports again. I noticed men seem to do that when the women are up and about. I don't blame them. Dad came up seconds later, Mom at his heels.

"Mom says you want me to drive you?"

I nodded hopefully, "Yes please."

Dad stared at me hard before smirking a bit, "I don't know....I have a lot of paperwork to do for the office. Wouldn't it be easier if your Mom dropped you off?" He knows exactly why I don't want her involved.

I replied, "Please Dad. Mom is REALLY tired and I noticed you didn't have A LOT of paperwork. It's practically one paperclip worthy."

Dad decided to stop torturing me, "Alright, I'll go bring the car around." I silently thanked God for being so kind to me. I mean, what's worse than the fussy mother who refuses to leave you alone?

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"What time will the party be over?"

I shrugged, not giving it a thought, "I'm not sure. Eleven maybe?"

Dad flipped on the car's heater, "Just call me when you want to leave." I'm surprised he's not giving me the run down of the basic rules I'm supposed to follow at parties.

Before I could get out of the car, his hand was placed on deceased Aunt Julie's sweater, "Be good okay?"

I almost laughed at his insecurity, its not like I'm going to do any criminal activities at a school bowling party. "I will Dad."

Jumping out of the car, I slammed the door shut. In front of me was the bowling alley, colorful lights loomed from the inside. I can tell already that this is going to be a dozy of a time. Dad pulled away once I neared the front doors.

"Yo Sadie you made it!"

I turned to see Coconut Head wearing millions of necklaces on his neck. Martin and some kid with a huge black backpack appeared by his side. I guess these are his friends he's talking about.

I adjusted my shirt nervously and walked over, "Yup..."

Martin observed me up and down, "Wow Sadie! You look different!" Is it too late to catch a ride to the nearest church?

"Yeah...my mom made me wear it."

Coconut Head shrugged it off, "You look normal. Half the girls in our school show a lot more skin than you are now."

That gives me some reassurance. I followed Coconut Head, Martin and the kid with the backpack inside. I was right, the party certainly was going to be a dozy. Lights of every color flashed before my eyes. I noticed a huge long table displayed in the center of the room. Stacks of food and drinks were cramped on it.

Coconut Head bobbed his head pleased, "A great turn out we have here!" No one has arrived yet expect for us. Yes, wonderful.

I noticed the small stage stationed left of the bowling allies. Microphones, drums and guitars were all jumbled upon them. I wonder what local band was bribed to play at a middle school party.

I asked to no one particular, "Whose playing?"

Coconut Head replied nonchalantly, "Loomer and his gang."

"Oh...I never heard of that band. Are they from---WAIT WHAT?"

Martin shot me a confused look, "You didn't know Loomer has a band?"

"Well, Loomer and I aren't really on speaking terms, so no."

The kid with the backpack finally spoke up, "They're pretty good if they didn't threaten to beat us with their instruments."

I'm suddenly interested in this tacky bowling party.

A/N: I realize Loomer was not in this chapter, but it had to be done. Review please?