I said “excuse me,” because they were in my way and I could not get through. One guy turned around and looked at me and said “excuse yourself,” and turned to his friend and laughed. At that moment I was confused because excusing myself is what I thought I was doing. Then, he looked at me and said “Pretty girls like you think you can get whatever you want, whenever you want,” and now after saying that he seemed pissed, and now so was I. I said “what?” and he said “Whatever,” and turned back to his friends. So I pushed my way through because I was already late for class. To my surprise he wasn’t finished saying stuff. He uttered “Bitch,” behind my back once I was finally pass. I ignored it and went to class. About 10-20 minutes later I went for a bathroom break, and I saw him again. He looked at me, smirk on his face and said “Look who’s back.” Now I was extremely upset. I smiled, walked up to him, slapped him across the face. All I heard was him saying “Fucccck.” and putting his hand to his face. I gave him the finger and called a taxi to go home.
As I was having such a horrible day, my two best friends and my boyfriend were purposely keeping me out of the house so they could decorate for my 19th birthday. An early party. A surprise party. My first ever surprise party. When I came home I walked in on blue and pink streamers, balloons everywhere, noise makers, and a marble cake with chocolate icing lit with 19 candles. I could have cried. I honestly didn’t think they cared that much about me to go through the trouble of buying everything that they did and to set the whole thing up.
I went from depressed, to the happiest girl in the world. I love them with all of my heart.
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