The unwanted party

Jake.

Usually arriving home was a good thing for me, but that that day it gave me a feeling of dread. There was a party going on so I went in through the back. My mother and her annoying friends were having the time of their lives in my house. It was infuriating but unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it.

I managed to get upstairs without being noticed by anyone, or so I thought. I was reaching out to open my door, glad that no one had seen me when I heard my name. My face fell as I turned to face the familiar voice.

“What do you want now?”

“We’re in your house,” she stated. “It would be so rude for you not to say anything to the guests. Could you please freshen up and come downstairs.”

“Mother, I feel tired. Besides, you did not tell me about this party. You can’t just ambush me and expect me to roll with the flow.”

“Well, I do.” She said. “And you know better than to disobey me.”

“Whatever,” I said, opening the door and walking in. I heard the click of her red heels a