Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Blade part two

Part two: Chapter 1-

A new year. A new dream, A new hope.

Bullshit. I thought to myself. So I had been a bit gloomy since the start of today. It hadn't necessarily been kind to me. I ripped the only shirt I had been willing to wear to the horrid event my mother tends to throw every new year. My hair is still a bit frizzed out no matter how much I straighten it; there was that one part that hates me. I had fallen back on my bed dramatically. Looks didn't matter to me much -no. That much was true. But I am a changed woman.

Well, I'm trying to change anyway; I'm still debating the looks thing.

So now I'm stuck in a terrible flimsy like purple top and a matching silk skirt. No, it doesn't really get cold here, but this year it had been somewhat chilly. Skirts weren't the best opinions. I frown at myself, feeling especially gloomy due to today's events.

Therefore I stay by myself in a corner of my house watching all of mom's rich friend's version party.

Still my mood and very present frown of annoyance doesn't stop Santana from walking up to me with the biggest smile I've ever seen and wrapping her arms around me.

"hey." She whispers. Her breath smells heavily of fruit punch juice, like she'd brushed her teeth in it. I hope for her sake no one spiked it. Not saying anyone would be childish enough to spike fruit punch at an adult part, but, hey you never know.

"Boring party right?" I nod my agreement. I know she'd much rather be partying with the kids from school at Lauren's house, as that was probably much livelier. I had begged her into coming; I didn't want to go through this type of torture alone. She solemnly agreed being the sweetheart she is.

She kisses my cheek lightly, but not before making sure no one was watching us. "At least it will be over soon." She rests her head on my shoulder swaying us side to side.

5 more minutes. Then it would be a new year and with new challenges the way I see it.

I rock with Santana until the countdown begins, slowly at first, with most of the noise coming from the television which was set on Times Square New York.

I don't count, just continue the slow swing Santana and I have going.

She however does count. Her numbers are barely audible.

5...4...3...2...1...

"Happy new year" everyone shouts and the confetti is thrown into the air.

I let my handful fall boringly to the ground not even bothering to throw it up. Santana sprinkles hers in my hair and then whispers "Happy new year baby..." I smile, forgetting my gloomy mood. Her lips trail my cheeks until she finally reaches my lips.

I nudge forward eager to receive a kiss I've been waiting for all day.

"And happy birthday." Then she kisses me.