Becca. Putting the last touch to my makeup, I stood upright to check my final look in front of the mirror and satisfied, I picked my purse to walk out of my small but comfortable room. As the only child of my old parents, I considered myself lucky to have my own space. Decorated in pink and purple, the room was a statement on feminism all through and through. Listening to the quiet voice of my parents presently, I paused slightly at the stairs, wondering if I should go forward or not. The thing is, they really do not want me to attend this party. Nope, that’s not how it is. Basic fact is, my parents don’t like me going anywhere outside the house if it’s not school. But, as a twenty year old girl who is now above the legal age, there is nothing much they can do about it. So yea, they are probably downstairs now in the hall, muttering and murmuring to each other about why I have to go to my friend’s birthday party. Truth be told, even though I don't feel much like going, I alrea
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