The Decuplets

Junior Formal

Scarlett

The night has arrived— it was our Junior Formal. Every junior year, a dance is held at the manor house, a local party spot, with its only purpose being to have a good time. Everyone is allowed to attend with a date, and that date can be of any age and from anywhere.

Although having a date seems to be implied and acceptable, practically everybody goes alone, simply meeting up for pictures prior to the dance.

Ella and I were two of those people who opted to go alone.

We spent weeks searching for the perfect dress, shoes, and appearance preferences for this day.

Ella chose a beautiful, sparkly gold mini dress accompanied by nude heels. Wouldn't want the shoes distracting from the main course! The dress was a V-neck, displaying her dainty necklaces. Her naturally highlighted brown hair was blown out, falling a few inches past her shoulders. Her makeup was minimal, but stunning: mascara that lengthened her lashes beautifully, dark brown eye-liner, lip gloss that made her natural, pink toned lips pop, and a nude-pink blush.

"How do I look?" Ella smiled, doing a twirl. Her dress, which had a small slit, stayed glued to her body.

"Gorgeous," I announced, adding a little accent for some emphasis.

"And me?" I proceeded, copying her gesture.

My tight, deep red dress fell the perfect amount past my butt; the front showed perfect cleavage. My heels were black. My dark brown hair was curled and fell just past my chest. My makeup consisted of brown eyeliner, brown eyeshadow, nude blush, lip gloss, and mascara.

"Like a fine glass of wine," Ella joked, smiling.

We both laughed as we fell back onto my couch.

"We're growing up so fast," Ella mumbled, seemingly thinking out loud.

"Yeah, it's wild."

It feels like yesterday Ella and I's problems with my brothers consisted of who forgot to charge the Wii remotes or who could juggle a soccer ball longer. Now look at us— caught up in a fire because they brought girls who hate us over and because we got with two of their friends.

Three if you count Josh, but what they know won't hurt them!

After taking a few single photos, our friends began arriving for group pictures. We all wrapped our arms around one another in a horizontal line.

We forced Zach to take the picture being we figured he'd complain the least— we were correct.

"Give me sass!" He exclaimed, clicking the button continuously.

"Now give me happy"

"Sad"

"Excited!"

"Funny!"

This went on for a moment before we switched spots. Ella and I photographed the boys, then we too had our friends photograph us with them.

It would be nice to have a mom helping out with tonight, or a dad.

I glanced down at my phone, holding out hope that my parents would have texted. But, of course, they didn't.