Choose Your Sleepover

I went to the sleepover and watched Mean Girls. We all had fun and then played Sorry. My friends then got tired after a full evening. They were ready to go to bed.

I was not finished.

I wanted to watch the other movie, Jumanji, selectively forgetting that I had watched one already. I had fun with the movie while my friends reluctantly watched it with me. They said it was enjoyable, but they were ready to go to sleep. I told them that we had to play a game. They claimed we had already played Sorry, but I denied them this truth. We played Life to my delight, and to their reluctance. They were even more tired than before and relieved that it was all over.

I was not finished.

I wanted to watch Mean Girls again. My friends rang out in protest at my desire. All united, it was still futile. Only I control the pace of the evening. Only I can say when we rest. We watched Mean Girls together, and then played Life. They begged this to be the last round of activities.

I was not finished.

Jumanji was up next. The cries of my friends rung out in the evening after realizing their powerlessness to stop my despotic grip over the gathering. No one came to answer. Sorry was next.

I was not finished.

Jumanji was up again, and then Life.

I was not finished.

Jumanji again, then Sorry.

I was not finished

Mean Girls, and then Sorry again.

I was not finished.

Time had passed in the room, but to the others' horror, all stood still in the rest of the universe. This was my domain, and my "friends" now squirmed in torturous unrest for my pleasure.

Jumanji. Life. Jumanji. Sorry. Jumanji. Sorry. Mean Girls. Sorry. Mean Girls. Life. Jumanji. Sorry. Mean Girls. Sorry. Jumanji. Life. Jumanji. Life. Jumanji. Sorry. Mean Girls. Sorry. Mean Girls. Life. Mean Girls. Sorry. Jumanji. Life.

It was amusing hearing the screams of anguish from the others. How sweet the symphony of sycophantic simpering. They couldn't stop me. No one could stop me. My will was inevitable. Nothing could prevent me from exercising my will. They had clawed along the walls, banged against doors, bit into their own arms and made fruitless attempts toward rest only to realize they couldn't sleep. I didn't come to this person's house just to have my enjoyment of it ruined by someone else's interference.

But, even I get bored at times. There must be an end to things, eventually. The host came down to inform us of bedtime. The others talked about the future in tears of thankfulness and madness. They enjoyed school now as it would be reprieve from monotonous entertainment, but I could go back and relive this moment as many times as I wanted to.

I can't wait for the next sleepover.

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Whats the point of bringing all the items if you not gonna use them?

This was nice. I think the only thing I would recommend is more details, (one example could be "The scene where ___ roundhouses the guys," you could probably do with more explanation for those who aren't familiar with the movie)

You need more detail than just one line per page, and there really needs to be a more exciting plot.

You seem really young so it's a good effort, but was there really a point to including all those items that weren't used? The idea of a sleepover is fine to start with but do more of it, the only choice is whether to watch movies or play games.

Besides that, the only real Jumanji is the one with Robin Williams.

This is a good idea to make something that has not been made yet. I wish it could be longer, so there would be more content

Comments are appreciated!! :D