Wonders of Jack Daniel's

Chapter 1-The Ball That Witnessed My Fall

Hiya guys!!!
How have you all been? I hope you are all fine and happy! :D
I just wanna say...

*drum rolls*

Here's the story XD

Sorry if you expected something else. I was supposed to say something but I forgot.

Yeah, I'm spontaneous like that.

Sorry if it will begin with...pessimism. But I swear it will not frequently happen because I'm a bubbly kind of person and maybe my bubbliness will rub off on the main character. Haha.

So here it is!
I hope you enjoy!!! :)

Love ya! <3
-Anie
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I hate my life.

I hate the food. I hate the drinks. I hate the infinite amount of of elites and businessmen that have nothing to talk about but busines,business,and none other than business. I hate their fake formalities and pretentious interests. I hate the strained smiles etched on everyone's faces knowing that the bad impressions they may project might last on everyone's memories. I hate the pleasantries they kept on telling me but obviously, they only wanted to make good impressions to my family's business.

I hate this dress. It's so tight i can barely even breathe. I hate my make-up. It feels so powdery and stiff I swear that there will be a crack on it when I'll make a facial gesture.

And most of all, the most horrid of all the histories of most horrid things that ever walked on earth, or shall I say used to walk on earth.

Heels.

It did not help me with anything! Mom said it can make me project my figure better if I wear them, but look at my feet. I'm sure there are already blisters forming right now.

Who the heck even invented it?! No offense, but seriously, dude? Are you for real?

It gave me nothing but a barely escaped toe amputation!

Okay, it may not be that bad, but you get my point.

I don't understand those who loved heels. Those that remained well-postured and can flaunt gracefully without even tripping on the floor and plummet face-first on the ground.

So generally, I hate going to this stupid ball. Then why am I here, you ask? Well if you were practically dragged by the people who generously made your existence on earth possible, in other words, your parents, you can't have any say to it. Just oblige if you still want world peace.

I looked around the crowd with overly sweet auras dominating the air which is actually suffocating, if you ask me.

I let out a frustrated groan.

Why can't I have a normal friday night? And first of all, why am I here again? Heck, I don't even know the root cause of this freaking, good-for-nothing party. Is this some sort of a thanksgiving party or something like that? Oh, come on, will somebody please enlighten me?

I give up. Pfft. As if.

I stood up from my seat, bidding goodbye to my one and only companion for tonight.

You're right. I do have a companion. He's pretty nice, actually. He's sweet, and just in a single glimpse at him makes you salivate like a rabid dog on crack.

"Well, it's nice meeting you, Mr. Chocolate Mousse." I waved at my little companion sitting on a plate then walked out of the room.

What? I told you he's sweet and will make you drool.