A few weeks after 5th grade ended my friend B moved out to Chesterfield with her family. Being one of my only friends, I was pretty upset to see her go. B's parents had planned a birthday party for her in her new house and I was invited. I was terrified, it was a sleepover; I had never really been to a sleepover party before. Being at someone elses house meant that my mother wouldn't be able to watch over my every move; therefore I had never really been to a sleepover.
The day of the sleepover arrived and after about twenty minutes of driving winding roads through a subdivision we arrived at B's new house, or mansion as I would prefer to describe it. The house was enormous. Of course, for a house settled twenty minutes into a subdivision it had better have been amazing. I mean, come on. Who wants to drive more than twenty minutes just to grab a Slurpee? Anyway, I had made it to the party and was starting to get excited. Mom finally left after interrogating B's parents about what we would be doing and who would be watching us every second of the evening.
The party started out great. We watched some movies, including Labyrinth, which I had never seen before and still enjoy to this day (I love you David Bowie). We opened presents and then the other girls decided it would be a good idea to play truth or dare. I HATE truth or dare. I felt like I had too many secrets to choose the truth option. Most importantly being who I had a crush on. I couldn't share that privileged information with just anyone. Next thing you know it would be all over the playground and I would be standing there in front of everyone red faced and pretending I didn't like the bad boy in class. With that image running through my mind, I chose dare. Thankfully my dare did not involve anything embarrassing, just disgusting. B and some other girl I didn't know or trust concocted this drink out of random nasty condiments and juices they found in the fridge. Now, I'm a picky eater so not only was I eating foods I never ever ate, I was eating them all mixed together in a revolting vomit colored smoothie. I managed to down about two swigs before I gagged and was relieved from drinking the rest for fear of watching me vomit all over B's new kitchen. Thankfully truth or dare was over and we went back to watching movies.
Somewhere around eleven that night I started feeling sick. I was just sure it was the vomit smoothie I had eaten. I had stomach cramps and felt totally nauseous. Without my dear mommy there to take care of me and nurse me back to health I stayed mum and didn't tell anyone about my pain and suffering. I was starting to notice the other girls start to fall asleep and was relieved that the sleep part of the sleepover was starting. Little did I know, the first girls to fall asleep were in for a treat. I watched while B and the other girls still awake started sorting through the sleeping girls' bags and freezing their bras and putting their hands in water glasses. I was amused but also terrified at the same time. What would they do to me if I fell asleep? Clearly, I had to be the last one asleep to avoid being messed with. I waited patiently, watching the other girls start to dose off. I thought I was in the clear when suddenly smoothie girl looked over and asked me if I was still awake too? Damn, she was still awake. I mumbled a response hoping she would turn over and fall asleep. She didn't. She sat up with me and talked at me for what seemed like hours. I actually saw the sun start to rise while we were sitting there! Giving up all hope, I realized that I was not going to be getting any sleep and my stomach ache was not going to go away. As the sun made it's way into full view, the other girls started waking up. Immediately when B woke up she ran and grabbed her gerbil to help her wake up her friends. Ever wake up to a gerbil crawling on your face? Not me. Thank goodness I hadn't fallen asleep.
After a quick breakfast moms starting arriving to pick up the girls. Thankfully my mom was one of the first. At this point I was pretty much asleep with my eyes open and I was pretty sure I was gonna puke. I fell asleep during the car ride and once I got home discovered what was really happening. Hello puberty, I wasn't sick from the disgusto drink after all. I had started my period for the first time during the party. After the puberty speech from my mother, I crawled into bed for the rest of the day and slept off the worst sleepover of my life. I didn't really keep in touch with B after that since we didn't go to school together anymore but I will never forget her 10th birthday.
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