"Mel! Mel! Come on, what's wrong?"
I'd been lifted onto the pink sofa, being examined by a half drunken Polly.
"I'm fine, really, just my pressure point, that's all!"
But the person I was talking to had conked out on the floor. I pulled myself up, the party was still in full swing, but I was just too tired, and Jack the DJ would pack up. I headed to Melissa's fancy bedroom and went to brush my teeth, I looked in the mirror and saw that a few stitches had come undone.
"Oh God!" I panicked, I'd never been in this situation before, I ran across the hall to the only sober person I could find. Jack.
"Oh my God Jack, please help, some of my...."
I suddenly realised I couldn't tell Jack, I couldn't tell anyone.
"Never mind!" I ran across the party, my arms being pulled by various stars,
"Melissa how are you?"
"Are you okay?"
"You look stressed, come sit!"
"Hey Mel, where are you going?"
I shot through the massive crowd outside. I tottered over in my heels, my hair sticking up on end.
I turned around, the teen heart throb Danny Parle grabbed my hand,
I smiled, and ran as fast as I could, but I couldn't run anymore. My heels were too high and I toppled over I my diamante heels.