Excitement got the best of me about the upcoming sleepover, imagining all the fun activities and laughter we would share. It was all going to be a blast... until it suddenly wasn't.

I arrived at the sleepover feeling drained and exhausted, mentally cursing the world for making me walk all the way there.

By the time I reached the apartment, I felt like a zombie, ready to collapse on the nearest comfortable couch.

As I stumbled through the door, I groaned loudly, i dramatically said. "Damn it, where's a couch when you need one? That was one hell of a walk. Somebody get me a pillow and a cup of coffee before I pass out right here, please?."

As I stood there, exhausted and grumpy, this one annoying girl decided to add insult by bursting into a fit of laughter at my situation.

"Oh great," I muttered under my breath. Of course, the one person who seems to find everything funny would be laughing at my misfortune.

I shot her a glare, my frustration building. "Yeah, real funny, isn't it? I'm soaked and freezing, and you're over there cracking up like it's the funniest damn thing in the world."