Sparks Fly - 11

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"Who owns my heart?

is it love or is it art?

cause the way you got your body movin,

its got me confused.

i cant tell if its the beat or sparks."

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The Collin ballroom was magnificent. A crystal chandalier hung from the high dome, which was made of marbel and crested in gold. The archs and pillars resembled something from Roman archetecture and the floors where marble. A grand staircase desended from the entrance doors, where everyone walked down the steps, being judged on your outfit from the second you touched the first step.

Alexis had went down first, winking at us before she took hold of the gold railing. This ball was the most fun mysterious thing that happened during the school year, and every student looked forward to it every year. I loved it mainly because of the mystery it held, not knowing who anyone was, besides your friends. I placed my mask on my face, waiting for my turn behind Kathy. Sonny went, a little too excited, followed by Kathy who departed gracefully. Finally it was my turn.

I gripped the rail, and slowly took my first few steps. I wasnt nervous about falling, like all of the poor freshman girls. I had been through this walk before. Once i reached the bottom, i went in search of my friends. I bumped into a strangley familar guy with a plain black mask on.

"Sorry." I apologized before moving around him to catch up with Alexis. The mystery guy quickly grabbed my arm and turned me.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked in a husky tone. i smiled and shrugged.

"Why not?" I took his hand and followed him to the middle of the ballroom where couples had begun to dance. He was a marvelous dancer and i was a bit embarrassed at not being able to keep up with him. A classical song played through out the ballroom, the schools way of keeping it classy i suppose.

"So, are you anyone i know?" I asked the guy, curious to find out who he was.

"I think itd be more interesting if we didnt know who eachother was, dont you?" I liked this guy. he shared the same tast of mystery as me.

"You're right."

And that is how my night of mystery began.

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