I swear, I’m like the girl in the math equations. Rosalie accidentally bakes 80 cupcakes…wait, I don’t know how the rest goes. Basically, I accidentally made 80 cupcakes.

I just heard that my parents will be out of town this weekend, so I'll be throwing a party this Saturday! I’ll make sure there’s enough drinks and food (and yes, that includes alcohol), but please feel free to bring some as well. 

Quinn sighed softly as her eyes scanned the room, looking for any potential trouble makers - every party had them and she suspected this one would be no different. Watching over a group of rowdy teenagers was becoming very tiring for the blond, so she decided to take a load off - even if it was just for a moment, taking a seat next to someone. “Why aren’t you out there dancing with everybody else?” She asked the familiar face, her eyes gesturing towards the area everybody had congregated and turned into a dance floor.

Someone almost crashed into me on the way to school. Do people forget that pedestrians, especially on bikes, have the right of way? You’re in your forties, I don’t even drive, and yet I still know more than you.