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the winter ball
warning: angsty?
💚. *. ⋆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*💚
authors pov
06:51 PM. NEW NINJAGO CITY
y/n has conflicted emotions with the winter ball.
it's good because she can dress up nice, [doing her hair/do her make up differently/wear a different coloured hijab than usual].
it's also good because her mam loved it. m/n loved the decorations and the food that was there. but that's changed vastly.
but the worst thing about it is that she had to put on a mask. no, it's not a masquerade ball. that would be fun though. she has to put on a mental mask. one this day, she isn't y/n. she's not even y/n l/n. she's the mayor's daughter. and that's only what she is addressed as.
elena stands next to her as y/n drinks another glass of juice. she's not drinking alcohol on an evening like this.
"aren't you going to need the toilet soon?"
"i'll need it when i need it, el," y/n says, sighing out. she glances to the left, seeing none of her dad's business people. she glances to the right, seeing a old pair walk over.
elena quickly hands y/n a biscuit, making y/n scoff it down before turning to the old couple with a pretty smile on her lips.
"you're the mayor's daughter aren't you?" the older women with her grey hair says. y/n nods, smiling at the women. it's better to just agree with what they're saying. "you look just like him,"
"thank you,"
"what are you studying?"
"astrology, physics and psychology," y/n repeats as she has for the past two hours. why was everyone so interested?
"and what do you intend to do with those subjects?" the male asks.
"i find learning about the stars very interesting," elena stands closer to the refreshment table, holding a drink ready for y/n to finish the conversation. she knows y/n didn't intend to make it this way, y/n wanted it to be a night where they could dress up and have fun, but what can she do? the mayor is her father. "psychics helps me understand the stars better and psychology helps me understand the mind," and why people act the way they do.
"i see," the male says, discreetly looking over to his wife. they approve psychics. but not astrology and psychology. even though they are both sciences.
"thank you for your time, miss...?"
"y/n," y/n says, giving a closed eyed smile. they don't even know her name.
"miss y/n," the male repeats. the old grey haired couple walk off, letting y/n sigh out in relief.
"here," elena says, passing her a drink.
"thank you so much," y/n says, taking the drink. "i can't wait for this night to end. i forgot how different it would be...without her," she whispers the last part to herself but elena hears anyway.
"why don't we got get some fast food?" she says, taking the cup from y/n's hand.
"what?" y/n repeats, rubbing her eyelids. she can't rub her eyes, it'll ruin her [mascara/false eyelashes]. elena smiles softly. she's tired. who wouldn't be?
"come on,"
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y/n sits on her balcony, barefooted in her red dress. elena sits next to her as they watch the stars.
"my mama loved doing after after the ball," y/n says.
"it's not as gross as i thought it would be," elena teases, making y/n roll her eyes. "do you have a favourite star?"
"do you mean constellation or star?"
"i mean star,"
y/n hums, standing and looking around. she has a favourite star. she just needs to find it first.
"that one," y/n points to one of the smallest stars, far in the distance. elena looks at her asking for an explanation with her eyes. "i don't know. it's the one that's always by its self," reminds y/n of her when she didn't have any close friends.
well, she had henry.
but now she has elena, nicholas, mattias, morro, jennifer and samantha.
and lloyd. who could be her soulmate. who hopefully is.
"it's a very cute one," elena states. "what do you think my favourite star would be?"
y/n hums, turning her head to the right. she points, making elena follow her arm.
"that one," it was a slight bigger star than y/n's favourite one. and it had more of a purple tint. elena didn't even know stars could go purple. but then again, she hadn't been able to see colour in forever.
"because it's purple?"
"because it's a stronger star," elena waits. "and because it's purple," y/n adds on with a checky smile. y/n rests her head on elena's shoulder, the two girls letting silence talk for them. "i'll glad we're friends, el,"
