~The Party Disaster~

Starring:
Starla (Star)
Esme
Candice
Savannah

Guests:
Violet
Rosie
Scarlett
Trevor
Trevor's Mom

THE PARTY DISASTER-

Starla wanted to have a Christmas party and she thought she'd surprise her sisters with it. So she secretly planned it out herself and sent out invites randomly. On the day of the party, Starla woke up extra early to prepare. When the guests started arriving, her sisters became suspicious.

"I think I heard a knock at the door.." Esme looked up from the magazine she was reading, "Was anyone expecting visitors?" But before Esme could get up and go check, Starla ran out of the kitchen.

"I'll get it!" She called out as she fixed her hair. When she opened the door there was a tall blonde guy staring down at her.

"Um, hi.. Is this where the party's at?" He looked down at his invite seeming a bit confused.

Starla noticed her pretty pink card right away, "Oh yes, this is the right place." She smiled and let him in.

"Hmm, sorry.." He looked around, "I guess this isn't what I was expecting, that's all.." He followed Starla down the hallway as she led him to the living room where everything was already set up.

Esme was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips looking very confused, "A party?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Heh heh," Starla nervously walked up to her, "I'll explain later.." She whispered.

"Hmm.." Esme was suspicious now.

"Soo, is there any like drinks here?" The tall guy asked after he was seated on the couch.

"Oh yes! We have.." Starla thought for a moment, "Apple cider and tea!"

"What is this, a kid's party?" He scoffed, "What I meant to say was, do you have any beer?"

"Um.." Starla panicked, "Beer, beer.. I'll be right back!" She ran over to find her sisters.

Right as she turned the corner, she bumped into Esme, "Starla! We need to talk!"

"Yeah.." Starla agreed and followed her into the room.

"So, what exactly is going on?" Esme asked once they were in the room. Candice and Savannah were there too, looking just as confused.

"Okay, so, look.." Starla began to say and then paused to take a deep breath, "I wanted to surprise you guys with a party, but I didn't really plan on it turning out this way.." She nervously laughed and when she noticed her sisters were not smiling, she quickly stopped. "Ahem, sorry.." She cleared her throat nervously.

"Starla.." Esme sighed, "Don't you know how dangerous it is to just send out random invites? I mean, you don't know who's going to show up!"

Starla nodded in agreement while hanging her head down, "Yeah, you're right.. I guess I just didn't really think it through.."

"So.." Savannah chimed in, "Around how many invites did you actually send out?"

There was a moment of silence before Starla responded, "Heh heh.. Yeah, about that.." Her sisters didn't look very happy. "Probably a little over a hundred.." She said in almost a whisper.

"Starla (middle name)!" Her sisters shouted, practically in unison.

"That's insane!" Candice spoke up, "Starla, we have to fix this!"

"Yeah, I know.." Starla sighed, "But how?" She was dissapointed with herself; all she had wanted was to throw a surprise Christmas party for her sisters and now everything was a disaster.

Just then the doorbell rang, "Starla, I'll take care of the other guests. You go explain to the ones that are already here." Esme walked out into the hallway as Starla sadly followed behind.

"Hey, uh, what's your name again?" The guy called out to her as Starla walked into the living room.

"Oh um sorry, I'm Starla." She introduced herself and tried to force a smile.

"Oh okay, cool. Well, I'm Trevor." He winked, "Nice to meet ya. Also that's probably my mom at the door; she got an invite too and she loves Christmas parties."

"Oh, great.." Starla said sarcastically.

"By the way, weren't you gonna go grab us some drinks?"

"Oh yeah, sorry.." Starla went back into the kitchen. "Hmm, there's gotta be a wine bottle around here somewhere.. Or maybe some brandy.." She searched around the kitchen frantically.

Meanwhile, Esme was busy talking to this lady who could barely stand up straight; she seemed to already be a little tipsy.. "So you were told there was a party here, right?"

"Ah yes, I thought how lovely that there's someone in the neighborhood throwing a Christmas party!" She laughed, "I just hope there's some wine or something nice to drink.."

"Well, you see.." Esme started to say, but was suddenly interrupted.

"Oh, heyy mom!" Trevor called out as he walked over to them, "The party's just starting, come on in!"

"Um, wait.." Esme tried to say, but the lady stumbled past her. "Thanks, honey." She called out behind her as she followed her son down the hall trying to keep her balance.

"Starla!!" Esme yelled; she was quite angry now.

"Coming!" Starla called out as she walked into the living room carrying a tray with a half empty bottle of wine on it and some cups.

"Oh, fabulous darling." The lady smiled as she sat down on the couch.

"Thanks," Trevor said as Starla started to walk away. "Yeah, I forgot to mention.." He started to say as he walked over to her and whispered, "My mom's and alcoholic so she kind of needs her fix or selse she'll get the shakes pretty bad and can die from a concussion."

"Oh.." Starla was kind of freaked out now. "Well, that's good to know.."

"So, how old are you?" Trevor stopped to look at her, "You're kinda cute.."

"Really?" Starla blushed, "Gee, thanks.." She nervously giggled as she tried to think up a response; she wasn't about to let him know she was only nine. After all, maybe she could fool him into thinking she was older because of the way she was dressed and the makeup she was wearing.

"Starla, sorry, I need to speak to you like right now." Esme pulled her away.

"Look, you made this mess and now you have to find a way to help fix it." She said in an angry whisper, which was more like quiet shouting.

"I know.." Starla took a deep breath, "I'm trying to think of something.."

"And why are you flirting with that guy? Don't think I didn't see that." Esme added in, "He's like way older and looks like a total creeper."

"I think he's kind of cute.." Starla twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

"Are you crazy?!" Esme almost shouted out. "These people are weird and we need to get them out of here.."

"Yeah.." Starla agreed, "I'm just starting to realize that.." She looked over at Trevor's mom who was sitting on the couch while taking a sip of her wine, followed by obnoxious laughter.