"What are you wearing?" Mom asked as I came down the stairs. I came home from school about an hour ago and immediately got changed into a very comfortable outfit; baggy sweats and a loose fitting t-shirt. My hair was in a messy bun.

I looked down at my outfit with furrowed eyebrows. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"You look like you just got out of bed," Mom told me. "Need I remind you that we are having guests over today?"

I nodded. "Yes, I know. But I don't think they'll care what I wear. I mean, I am friends with one of them."

Mom sighed. She was always so...