the begining

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i was preparing for a fun night out with my friends. i was putting on my dress and went to the bathroom to do my make up. my stupid brother was already in there. having a shower.

"get out!" he yelled.

"chill im not even looking."

"..."

i finished my makeup in less than an hour which was a world record for me. i grabbed my purse and left out the door. they were waiting in the car. my dress was a white dress with lace shoulder strap and gems embedded in it. there was a slit in the lower regions and my golden hair was curled to perfection. i was proud of what i did. my friends were all red carpet ready as well.

"come on, get in. we'll be late."

"im coming im coming. now lets go get us some men."

"ya."

i got in and we drove to the club. this was our place. for the first time ever going there. it was the best place we have ever seen. there was great music as we just walked in. we found ourselves a table on the edges. pretty much everyone was dancing so many of the tables were empty. a waiter came over and asked if we wanted a drink. we ordered a drink and sat talking. we had all turned eighteen and could finally go to clubs and drink. today was gonna be great but tomorrow. well lets just leave tomorrow for tomporrow. we were on our seventh drink when i realized a new person sat at the corner table, two tables behind us. i noticed him. he came alone. he was very attractive. he had long raven hair which went down his back gracefully and elegant facial features. he looked so delicate. he looked like a very expensive porslane doll. if you touched him he would crumble. he was a sight to see. he had a nice black suit and tie on. he looked very rich and important. over here we were drunk and weird. he ordered a drink and then he noticed me. i immediatly looked down and blushed so much. my friends all noticed.

"who did you see? you are beat red. tell us. we must judge this man that caught your eye. he has to be acceptable for the clan."

i laughed and pointed. they all turned around. he kept on looking at us. we all turned around as fast as we did, and laughed. he snickered and ordered a drink. but it wasnt for him as i thought it would be. the waiter came over to my table and placed the drink in front of me.

"this is from the man over there." the lady said.


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