Lets Party

Back in my room at the apartment, I put on a nice blouse and a blue jean mini skirt. I left my hair wet and wrapped my robe around me. Then I packed a small bag with my brush, hair product, and makeup and stuffed it in my nightstand drawer by the window. When I was finally ready with all the details, I went out into the living room and sat down with Sam for a few minutes while he drank his beer and watched more criminal shows.

“Going to bed?” Sam asked when a commercial came on and I stood up.

“Yeah, there’s nothing else to do since you won’t let me go to that party.” I crossed my arms and pretended to be upset about it.

“I’m just looking out for you Jay,” Sam sighed. “I know I’m not Thomas, and I won’t ever replace him. But I am trying here, Jay, I really am.” I couldn’t be mad at Sam. He was just like a father to me, maybe even more of a father than my real one was. He was at all of my recitals when I was growing up. He helped my mom with all of my decorations and birthday parties.