After school on Friday, Abby and I followed Ellie to her house. "Are you sure you're up to this?" I asked as Abby pulled into Ellie's driveway.
Abby shut off the car. "Yeah, I'm actually looking forward to it."
"Good."
We followed Ellie into her house, where she introduced us to her mom. She reminded me of my mom, which threatened to ruin my good mood. I tried to laugh and joke and have fun with the girls as we got ready for the party, but it was hard when all I could do was wish Mom were still around. Everyone said, with time, the pain of losing someone I loved would lessen, but I didn't buy it. I would never get over losing my mother.
"Wow, look at you girls." Mrs. Morrison whistled as we entered the kitchen.
Ellie laughed and spun around to show off her carefully chosen outfit of bedazzled jeans, black tank top, matching denim jacket, and black knee-high boots. She did look stylish. Unlike me, who wore plain jeans, a solid, long sleeved pink shirt, and boring old sneakers.