‘So your parents are cool with you coming?’

‘Yeah, obviously. I wouldn’t be coming if they weren’t. Why does it matter so much anyway? Stop asking.’

I feel bad about lying to my parents. Like, sick in my stomach kind of bad. This party thing really shouldn’t be such a big deal.

That’s the point – this is my chance to show them that partying and stuff really isn’t such a big deal. They’ll loosen up after this.

I wish tomorrow would come already – I just want to be able to forget about this.

Jesus will you help me sort this all out when it’s over?