The night is still young and literally, it is. Everyone except those killjoy- emo's in the side that are wearing cloaks that I might add, really weird.
I asked some people if there is an emo themed performance, but there wasn't.
After we performed, I ran towards the dresser and changed my outfit. Truth be told, I look ridiculous wearing skirt, it just doesn't fit me- except for the uniform I guess. Because it is highly needed.
"You were so good at dancing!" Stacey exclaimed while attempting to hug.
I surrender my hands in front of me, "Whoah, take it easy." I laughed, "I looked ridiculous."
Stacey furrowed her brows, "What? No! You really looked great. If it wasn't for your teeth, I can't recognize you out there."
Way to ruin my night Stacey.
I honestly don't have a great teeth, but they say it fits me. I don't know if its a compliment or simply just because it suited me. For all I know, it maybe both. We can't just trust someone right?
"I saw the Mean People gazing intensely at you in your performance." Stacey whispered. "Honestly, I found it funny that one of them grunted. And I didn't saw Krissy with them and so is Carl." Stacey paused and looked at me, "Do you think just for a second-"
"No, I don't want to talk about it." I cut her off.
I saw them earlier, they didn't talk nor winced at each other. I went beside my table and put my dress on the side together with the others' costumes.
I stepped outside and went to the farthest seat at the back where no one would see me.
"H-Hi Grace." a voice spoke on my right, I fought back the urge to shout because it probably is some goth making fun of me.
I look around to see the very first person I really wanted to see every morning and the very last thing I ever think ff before I drifter off to sleep.
It was Carlisle.
I don't know if its me or just the atmosphere in the room became cold.
Maybe it was afterall, since Carlisle was being cold to me in the past few weeks.
Strange..
I thought, he might as well have something planned out to make my life worser that it already is.
"Can we talk?"
Can we?
There's so many comebacks I could use right here, but it might drive him away. But that is what I want right? I want him gone.
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Wonderland
ChickLitStory about a girl trying to move on from her one week romance, but it took time-she was drowning. This is a story about holding on, moving on, pretending, figuring, loosing, winning, sacrifices and understanding. Will the right Prince Charming migh...