User blog:SmudgyHollz/Awkwardness....

On Saturday my supposed best friend, Mehnaj invited me over to her house. Sounds normal enough, huh?

Well, my dad took me over to the restraunt that her parents owned. We went inside and asked where Mehnaj was. This Indian waiter goes,

"Mehnaj?"

My father replies, glancing at me, "Yeah, Mehnaj. My daughter is here to play with her."

"Oh, Mehnaj!" the waiter says, "If you go around the back, you should find a door leading to a staircase. She should be upstairs."

So we leave the restraunt and go around to the back. Like the waiter had said, there was a door leading to a staircase. We knock. There is no answer. My dad calls up the stairs. No reply.

So we enter the house-ish-thing and climb to the top of the stairs. This dude greets us grumpily.

"Is Mehnaj here?" my dad asks. The man looks at us with furrowed eyebrows.

"Mehnaj?" he echoes. "Oh! Mehnaj! She's downstairs. Hang on a minute!" The guy disappears into the house. We are left sstanding at the doorway. A few moments later, we hear a tap running. From outside, it sounded as if this guy had started shaving.

After about fifteen minutes, the dude comes back outside, his face, sure enough, covered in shaving foam. He looks at us expectantly.

"Mehnaj?" my dad asks. The guy nods and gestures down the stairs. So we climb down until we find a door leading into another house. This time, when it is answered, it is answered by Mehnaj.

She takes us inside and tells us to sit. She then disappears.

From where we were, we could here them speaking in Indian and clattering about with plates and microwaves.

After ages, we are served dinner. Yummy, but very strange, and rather awkward. Once we'd finished, my dad left and Mehnaj and I went down to the park.

Turns out she already has a best friend. Oh well...

By the way, I am trying to write. But I forgot what my story was about so I'm doing some brain-storming at the moment! :)