Life Is A Bitch, Right?

Cinderella

Okay, this happened April 6th, 2013...

it was the night of the military ball, my hair was straight, my dress was long. Feeling like a princess I opened my door to let in my knight, Chris. He looked sharp in his ROTC uniform with a crisp white button up shirt underneath and a black tie instead of the usual light blue shirt and navy blue tie. Maybe the tie was the same...I don't really remember. We smiled for my mom's camera, then hurried off to his house for more pictures, which ended up on facebook before I got home. It was around 5:15 when we got to the school and I watched as everything transformed around me from the dull, unattractive caferteria, to a nice set up of tables, balloons, and dancing space. I wondered around the lobby of the school, it was nearly time for everything to start. It was great, so many familiar faces, so much friendliness... it was a nice change from the way people acted during school. The stuck up snobs and bitches stepped down from their social pedestal, giving and recieving compliments of how beautiful and elegant they and their dresses were. The night went on, the dinner passed, then came the dancing for a couple of hours. My knight whisked me away for slow dances, friends and strangers all so inviting, and even the songs I hated were intoxicating. I danced to almost every song, I danced until my feet hurt like a bitch, even then I didn't stop for long. A childhood friend acted like the fuckin paparazzi though, taking pictures of me at the best and worst times, most of which I didn't know until I saw the flash. Gotta love that kid... I mean it though, he's my longest lasting friend...almost my whole life...I was 3 when we met...anyway...back to the ball. My knight was asked to take the ROTC rifles upstairs, and we went together. Most of the school was unlit, the darkness was bone chilling at some points, but others it was relaxing. The break from the noise was nice, and my darling knight carried me back down the steps. MY FEET HURT! I chucked off my shoes and kept dancing though. I came home with balloons and a piece of cake, and my mom wasn't upset about how late I came home. She talked until she wanted to go back to sleep. 

That night, Chris made me feel like Cinderella. I went from the below average girl I am to a princess finally worthy of his attention, even though he swears that I always am. The dance was kind of like a present to us, because it was two days after our 1 year anniversary...I can't believe I've managed to hang on to such an amazing guy for this long. He doesn't mind me being bi-polar or kinda crazy...he likes me for all of me...even the bullshit. I hope he doesn't change his mind about me.