"Come on, Audrianna. The party is just about to start." My sister Alejandra pulls at my long sleeve jacket disturbing my book reading.
I sigh, "Alejandra, I don't want to. I just want to read." Reading is my thing. I rather not be downstairs with all the noise and different intoxicating smells, I just want to read the new book I bought at the store a few days ago. The story line is getting really good. "Just bring me a few chicken wings and a bottle of water." I put my nose back in the book.
Peeking over the rim of the book, I can see my sister staring at me with concerning eyes, "You didn't use to be this way, Audrianna. You used to be the first one down there, being lively in the place." She sits beside me on the bed. "What happened to you?"
I squint at her question, "Partying isn't always the right thing. I mean...there is more to life than just partying, Alejandra. There is reading," I flutter my book at her, "there is studying, walking, things like that." I look to the side, "I am just no longer interested in partying anymore." I shrug, "is that so bad?"
Alejandra studies me for a while, "No, I guess not." She stands up, "I will bring you some food when I can. Just reconsider coming downstairs and at least speaking to everyone. You know how they get when you don't speak."
I sigh dreading just going downstairs and speaking because I always get wrapped up in staying there and helping out with food or making sure the drunk family members get no more alcohol. 735Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkhUNyTsQQ2
"Fine." I finally give in, tuck my book under my arm, and go downstairs. 735Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwYOgDUCe1V
The music is loud and the DJ is playing a song I am not too familiar with. A few family members have already shown up and have started dipping their fingers in the food and drinking the punch which I am sure is spiked by now. I walk up to family members, speaking to them, and hugging them trying to get back to my room as quick as possible. But, I knew that was not happening when my mom's sister wanted me to meet her new boyfriend.
My sister leans over to me and whispers, "Isn't this the fifth one this week?"
I snicker and whisper back eyeing the balding fat man, "I think so." I put on a fake smile and go to shake his hand. My sister shakes her head and folds her arms. Our family will throw a party for any and everything they can think of. I remember when I got an 'A' on a math test in the second grade and they threw a party that Saturday. Or when Alejandra got her first cast because she broke her arm, there was a party ready when she got home from the doctor's office. Or when dad got over his mid-life crisis, there was a party. Here a party, there a party, everywhere a party. And like my sister said, I used to be the life of the party. I was everywhere, doing anything I could to keep it going and alive. But, as time went on, I became withdrawn and rarely seen at the party or downstairs. I was in my room, reading, watching tv, being to myself. Time and time again, my sister and cousins would try to get me to come and join the party, but I would decline with a polite smile and a shake of my head. But, now I am back in the mix of it all and not be my own freewill. 735Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbM9w5l3gsH
