I collapsed on the plush white sofa in my small apartment. Sunlight streamed in through my glass windows. I flicked on the T.V and leaned back. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I answered it. My dad was calling.

"Hey Dad what's up?" I asked, my eyes glued to the T.V.

"Oh, Chelsea... I don't know how to tell you this..." He said cautiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, um..." He started

"Yes?"

"Skyler invited you to the One Direction concert."

"OMG WHEN IS IT?!"

"Last week..."

I hung up. I was in San Francisco last week. I turned off the T.V and buried my head in my hands. Tears slid from my face onto my legs.

Why hadn't she told me? Why did I have to find out from my dad? Why couldn't I have known before I scheduled my trip?

The tears kept coming down faster and faster. I couldn't stand it.

Notes

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By the way this actually happened to me, panda4, except that it was my friend Francesca that invited me but yes, I was in San Francisco and I did miss the concert and my dad did tell me. OMG I cried myself to sleep that night.