I found my socks spilled over onto the inflatable bed. Tons of girls were changing into their pajamas, and I wasn't invited. Actually everybody was, but I was there just to get my socks back.

    "So, did you hear that I'm dating a new guy?"

    "No way! Me too!"

    This chatter, I've got to get out of here. I grabbed the socks from the mattress and sprinted out of the place. On my way there, I ran into one of my friends.

    "Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?" She asked.

    What an idiot. The bathroom was right by the entrance. How could she have not seen that?

    "Lemme show you?" I grumbled. I led the girl to the entrance and showed her a chipping white door. "Here it is."

    "Thank you so much." She stepped inside and closed the door.

    After the sleepover ordeal, I slipped on a wet patch of grass and fell onto a red plastic chair. In front of me, were my math classmates. My SAT prep book was opened to where I inputted my original score.

    "So, what'd you get on your practice test?" One of them asked.

    I looked at my opened book. "A freaking 440."

    "That sucks. I know you could do way better than that."

    "Well, this book test is hard. Harder than the actual test in fact."

    "Oh, that makes sense."