Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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The double doors swung open extravagantly as we stepped through them. The gentle ballroom music hit my ears as the party came into sight and the golden decorations glistened in the lit up room.
My arms were tightly linked with the two boys beside me as the other two stood on the ends.
My white heels struck the floor like a powerful staff as I entered, accompanied by my friends. Not a single piece of hair was out of place and no one blinked as heads turned our way.
Banners hung from the ceiling and a dance floor was placed in the centre of the room, just before the stage which was on a platform. White flowers lined the stairs to the platform and a microphone stood in its holder. Tables sat on one side of the vast hall, topped with decorations such as candle holders, lights and pleasing food. Champagne was being given out by waiters and waitresses and a live band played beside the stairs.
The plan was definitely amazing but the party was the same every year, only a different colour.
People on people stood in the room conversing and dancing in the centre. Men with various suits held champagne classes as they talked about their estates and companies, whist women stood by their sides, like a pretty jewellery piece. No doubt screaming about how much money they had.
However it all stopped as their eyes laid on us, when the doors abruptly opened, signlling our late entrance.
I could make out my father and mother as their faces morphed into anger before settling to a relaxed expression. My father's hand tightened on his champagne glass as he stared us down. Especially me.
I let my eyes wander around, looking for Will and was relieved when I noticed him further away, with a small smile on his face as he watched. I needed to apologise to him.
I flicked my hand slightly, signalling for the music to coninue and it picked up once again. The music was gently on our ears and whisked around the room like a child drawn to a lollipop.
I steered the boys towards my parents, my hold tightening as we got nearer.
I ignored the hidden looks on their faces as we came to a stop before them, smiling. "Mum, dad." I addressed them. "These are my friends." They introduced themselves and my parents gave a polite nod. In spite of this, there was a furious look behind my father's eyes.
I averted my gaze to look around the room, ignoring the way his heated stare drilled into the side of my face. I subconsciously tightened my arms around the boys as nerves twisted in my gut.
My stomach twisted and turned at the realisation that this was feeling too real and soon enough I would be on that stage, with a microphone in hand and news for the whole world, whatever it was.
I decided that I wouldn't look at whatever I had to reveal until the very last second. Maybe it would not be as bad as I was thinking, whatever it was.
Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't noticed that I was being led to the centre of the room where people danced, and Laken had disappeared towards the band.
