Literature
The Slumber Party
Dear Diary,
I don't normally write dear diary, do I? I guess I'm feeling a bit different tonight. Luckily, it's Saturday, so I don't have to go to bed early. I have a lot to write, but I'm not sure how to put it. I guess it doesn't matter, anyway, since no one will read this but me.
On Thursday, the day I bumped into Mitchell... that boy... in the hall, Alice, his sister, passed out invitations to her birthday party on Friday, or yesterday. It was a slumber party, and to my surprise, I was invited. She reasoned that she wanted to get to know me better, so I didn't question it. The thought of being in the same house as... him... for a nigh