The Slumber Party

     I was invited to a slumber party. Once. I had never been to one before, and I wanted so badly to go. 
     Even though my mom said I could, I tip-toed around it all day. About an hour before the sleepover was to begin, I told my mother I didn't want to go. And, I went to bed.
     No one ever knew why I decided not to go. Truth is, I was mortified. I thought that if I went, I'd wet the bed.
     Consequently, there were many other slumber parties to follow. Seeing as how I missed the first, I wasn't invited to any of the others, of course. 
     As a result, those same girls who invited me to the initial sleepover bullied me throughout elementary school.