i don't like parties

For some reason, my hands keep brushing against my slightly swollen lower lip as a result of... I don't want to remember that embarrassing incident, but for some reason, my brain seems to be malfunctioning, replaying that event over and over. 

Arghhh, darn it. Come on, Aurel, close your eyes and go to sleep. I roll over and try to hug the round hamster-shaped stuffed toy beside me. This stuffed toy was my last birthday gift from my father. Usually, when I'm restless, hugging this round toy helps calm me down. But something's different this time. Even though I've been counting time, minutes have passed, and Gray's memory still keeps spinning in my mind. 

I try to take a deep breath and close my eyes, but the sound of the door opening makes me abandon my attempt to fall back asleep. I sit up slightly and look towards my half-open bedroom door, where Aunt Anna is gazing at me. 

"Aunty thought yo