I walked out of my apartment, and into the elevator. I looked at my nametag that read "Alyssa Peterson". I wasn't the party type. I was serious, and it seemed I never had fun...As a kid, I had expectations. It actually sucked, because as I grew into an adult, it stuck with me.
As i pulled into my work's parking lot, to begin another dreadful day of work, my friend, Alice, ran up to me.
"Ugh, what do you want now?" I said as i dragged myself out of my car.
"Okay, Guess what?!" Here we go again.
"Okay..uhh what? i'm stumped," I said in monotone.
"Cmon! At least try to guess!" Alice was like in my face now.
"Okay, umm, a surprise party?" I was hoping no. My wish surprisingly came true.
"Nope. A Jonas Concert," I felt like i was gonna barf.
"Uhh, Alyssa. You don't look okay. Are you okay?" Alice was holding my hand and running me into the bathroom which didn't make me any better.
As I stood over the sink, I thought how dreadful this concert was going to be.
