Millie’s Very Strange Party

Millie was absolutely vibing that Friday afternoon. She had her best flip-flops on, her comfiest loose tee, and her giant neon headphones blasting her favorite playlist called “Songs to Dance Terribly To.”

See, Millie lived in a country where girls outnumbered boys like, fifty to one or something ridiculous like that. It made everything super dramatic — long lines at hair salons, full-on battles at shoe sales, and the eternal, unwritten rule that if you spotted a cute guy at the mall, you basically had to arm wrestle three other girls for a shot at saying hi.

But today wasn't about boys.
Today was supposed to be about partying.

Millie had planned her first-ever "Millie Mega Music Bash" "Triple MB" for short — she even made super colorful digital invitations with dancing pineapples on them and everything. She had chips. She had sodas. She had those weird cupcakes that had way too much frosting and nobody could finish. She even had glow sticks that she cracked open and pretended were tiny lightsabers.

There was just one problem:
...No one showed up.

At first, Millie thought, "Maybe they’re all being fashionably late?"
So she sat there. Ate a cupcake. Listened to another song.

An hour passed.

She finally checked the invitation she sent out.

The date said Next Friday.
Not this Friday.

"Well, that's peak Millie behavior," she mumbled, licking frosting off her finger.

At that point, she had two options:

1. Cry into her glittery bean bag chair,

2. Or throw the biggest one-person rave the neighborhood had ever (never) seen.

Naturally, she chose option 2.

She blasted the music so loud the houseplants were basically headbanging.
She danced like she was being attacked by invisible bees.
She wore three glowsticks on each arm and one around her ankle for absolutely no reason.

Midway through her solo party, her neighbor, a 70-year-old lady named Mrs. Winks, wandered in wearing cat slippers and asked if this was the Zumba class.

Millie, without missing a beat, tossed her a glowstick and yelled,
“IT IS NOW!”

And so Millie spent the night dancing, laughing, and teaching Mrs. Winks how to moonwalk while “Bubblegum Bass Drop 3000” played on repeat.

Later, Millie decided maybe mistakes weren’t so bad.
Sometimes you just end up with a cooler story... and a very confused neighbor with surprisingly good dance moves.