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No, no no no! This can’t be happening! No! Those were the thoughts running through my head as I carefully read the letter in front of me again and again. I looked at it one last time before quietly setting it down on my lonely table. I reread the title that was put on top in big, bold letters.
Congratulations! You are invited to Robert Venite’s and Gwendolyn Corduroy’s Wedding!
I let a lonely tear trickle down my cheek. I wiped it away, afraid someone might see, but then I remembered that I was alone. I was going to live in my lonely Stanford dorm for the next two years unless another student was accepted. I looked around my sprawled out room that I messed up the first time I read the letter. I looked at the letter and threw it across the table, where it landed, backside up. That’s when I noticed something wrote messily in Robbie’s hand writing. I read it and my eyes welled up with tears. I let a few fall and reread it.
Hey, twerp! Just so you know, I better not see you on my wedding day, or else! Just so you know, Wendy is just trying to be polite! She doesn’t actually like you and she never did! –Robbie
I looked at it one last time and saw something at the top from the front that looked like it bled through. I flipped it over and saw at the top between “are” and “invited” was the word “not” in Sharpie.
Oh my God! I thought. No! I won’t be able to stop Wendy again!
But Robbie said it himself, another part of me thought, Wendy doesn’t like you and never did, so leave her be. She’s better off with Robbie, whom she actually cares about.
So we’re just going to listen to Robbie who despises us? The first part of my mind responded. I mean, he could be lying to us.
Good point, good point. The other side said.
So? Are we crushing a wedding? The first side asked.
Yes, yes we are. The both sides agreed.
“Strange,” I said to myself, “I just referred to myself as two people and now I’m talking to myself. I need a psychologist. But, either way, I’m crashing a wedding that I’m not invited to by the groom, but I am (hopefully) by the bride.”