Two years ago, when I was in tenth grade, one of my
friends, the youngest one, Daniela turned 15 and she decided to celebrate it by
planning a big party with all of her friends and her family. She invited a lot
of people, including me, so the party was going to be really good and all of my
friends were going and I didn't want to miss it, but the party was in a
ballroom, so we had to wear cocktail dresses and high heels, but I didn't have
any of that so my mom and I went to rent a dress and after we had been looking
for an hour in several stores for a pair high heels, my mom told me she will
lend me a pair high heels she had.
The day of the party, I had fought with my dad and I
didn’t know if my parents were going to let me go to the fifteen party, I was
convincing my mother to let me go and finally she agreed, so I dressed up and
went to the party. When I arrived, there
was a lot of people including my friends, so I was talking to all of them and
saying hi when Daniela came down the stairs with her beautiful dress and then
she danced with her father, after that the waiters served the meal, it was
chicken, although I don’t like it very much, I ate it because I was hungry, and
I hadn’t eaten in the whole day, then the music started and the waiters offered
us beer and ron, my friends and I were drinking beer, laughing and they decided
to go to dance but I didn’t want to so I stayed in the table drinking more beer
until they came back, but then my friends went dancing again so I went with them,
we had been dancing for almost twenty minutes when I started to feel sick and
dizzy, maybe it was the food or the beer but I came back to the place we were
sitting to leave the high heels under the table, along with my friends' heels,
because I was tired and as soon as I got
to the bathroom I started vomiting, but I wasn’t drunk.
It was 1:30 am when my
best friend came and told me she would drive me home, so I went to the table to
grab my things and discovered that my high heels weren’t there, somebody stole
them, there wasn’t much that I could do, other than going home barefoot, it was
late and I was sick.
When I arrived home my mom was waiting for me, when
she saw me barefoot and dizzy she got really mad and at that point she thought
the worst things, I explained her
everything, but she still thought I was drunk and because of that I threw the
heels away, of course she punished me after the scolding. The next day, when I
woke up my friend told me that the person who stole my high heels, also took
other things, like another friend’s phone and money, after all I wasn’t the
only one who was unlucky and had a bad night.
Laura Giraldo Ruiz.
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