Suddenly, Angelica heard Patricia scremaing loudly. "Hey!" Angelica
heard giggling and some loud shrieks from the other end of the phone,
then suddenly, a different voice rang out of it:

"Hey, did you hear that?!  Old lesbo-kid can’t come to the party, ’cause
her parents forbid it!"

Angelica bit her lip in anger. She recognized Trish, the classes Queen, adored
and admired by everyone. She loved teasing Angelica for being the
daughter of two lesbians.

"Don’t have guts, do you, little Angie?" Trish continued in her
provocative tone.

"Fuck off." Angelica mumbled.

"Whoa, did you hear that?!" apparently Trish was talking to her gang
that was listening to the conversation. "She can be cheeky!"

Angelica did not respond, yet her insides were burning with anger.

"Why don’t you prove you’re not a coward and get your ass over here?"
Trish teased further, "We’ll play a little drinking game and we
can find out who’s the one with more guts, whatdya say?"

"I’m not a coward." Angelica grumbled.

"Hey, give me back my phone, bitch!" Angelica could discern Patricia’s
voice again.

"Whatev’…" was Trishes response. It seemed that she had no choice than to give
Patricia her cell phone back.

"Sorry, Angie," Patricia said, "Bitch stole my phone…Hey, don’t
listen to her, she’s such an idiot…"

"Fuck it." Angelica replied, her mind set. "I’m coming over. She
wants to test me and I’m willing to show her that I’m not a wuss.

Angelica heard nothing for a moment.

"Are you for real?" Patricia finally said, sounding both terrified
and in awe.

"Yup, that bitch can suck it." Angelica said firmly, feeling filled
with a rage she had hardly ever felt before. A rage that would make
her do anything right now.

"What about your moms?" Patricia started tentatively.

"I’m just gonna sneek out." Angelica replied, confidently, "They’re
not gonna find out, trust me, Pat."

"Okay, then, be careful, see ya." Patricia said, hanging up.

Angelica stared at the phone for a while. Her heart was racing. Yet, she knew,
she just had to do this. She did not mind the possible consequences.

Quickly and quietly, Angelica changed into her party dress, put some mascarra
and lipstick on, gathered her things together, grabbed her purse, the
keys and walked through her room towards the door. Very slowly, to
avoid loud noises, she opened the door…

And almost screamed. Her sister Sarah was standing right in front of her.