One week left for the dance and I’ve already told myself that I’m not going. I’ve already bought the dress and shoes (which are very pricy) but I don’t care. What’s the use of going to the dance without a partner?

Later that afternoon I got a text from a random number. At first I thought it was Carly but then I read the message:

Hey Jennifer dnt 4get abt de prty 4nite at Brian’s.

-Sandra.

Party? At Brian’s place? Why don’t I know about that? But then I replied:

Me: Hey Sandra, wht do u mean a prty at Brian’s?

Sandra: Ddn’t dey tell u? Ders a prty 2nite startin’ at 17:30 at Brian’s house.

Me: Y dnt I knw abt it?

Sandra: I thght Carly told u. She nd Brian r de group admins. Everybody knows abt it. Dey tld us on a WhtsApp group cht.

How could she? I thought she was my friend! This has to stop. She can’t have him! It’s time Carly knows that THE BOY IS MINE!!!

I then replied:

Me: Maybe Carly 4got 2 tell me abt it. Anyway thnks 4 letting me know.

Sandra: Dn’t stress. U knw I got ur back.

Me: Wouldn’t u mind cuming ova 2 my plce?

Sandra: Sho, Y not?

Me: Cool c u den.

Tell us: what do you think Carly is up to know?