Chapter 128 Making Friends

• “You could use a party, Mish. You’ve been sulking for the past six hours since you came back from school.”
• This was my mom’s tenth attempt to force me to attend one of her insufferable parties. A fashion event party. Those parties would be my death sentence. The one time my mom was able to succeed in dragging me to one, I could literally feel myself dying slowly. My cells were depleting with every passing second. It could have been a painful death indeed.
• Apart from the fact that I cannot blend in, I get to be in a hall full of air-headed humans. Humans whose beauty provided a means of escape for them. That is just not my kind of crowd.