High School Party

You wake up feeling fresh and energetic on Monday morning. You can smell your Mom's pancakes wafting from the kitchen downstairs. You climb out of bed and walk into your bathroom. After a quick shower and brushing your teeth, you dress yourself in a pair of cut off denim shorts, a white tank top and your favourite black leather jacket which you're never without. You walk over to your mirror and quickly brush through your blonde naturally straight hair. You decide not to wear your makeup today - you don't need it anyway. You slip some black converse onto your feet, grab your school bag and head downstairs. Mom's in the kitchen making pancakes. "Morning Sweetheart" she says to you. "Morning Mom" you reply. "I've been meaning to talk to you Emma..." She says. This can't be good. Ever since you were two everyone you know has been calling you 'Em', Mom saves the last two letters for when she's getting serious. "There's been talks at work that the King kid from your school is having his party this Friday..." Shit. "I hope you don't think you're going to that?" She raised her eyebrows at you. What do you do?