The Start of a Crazy Party!

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Here are some things you need to know!
(y/n)= your name
(y/bff/n)= your bff/friend's name
(f/c)= favorite color
(f/f)= favorite food
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I am (y/n) and I am a normal high school student.
Well, my parents are a pair of dicks, but I manage.
I am getting ready for the first day of the last week of school!
Hell will be over soon!
Today I will wear a black tank top and pants, a red and black flannel, and my rose-design converse.
I grab my bag for school and get on the bus.
My friend is not going to be at school today because she is getting treated for her rare disease.
I just sit in an empty seat alone.
Time to reap what I've sown and go to hell.
I stumble up the concrete stairs and make it inside the building.
Time skip!
Well, today was easy.
We pretty much just talked and I had a chance to sketch in my sketchbook.
The picture I drew was of an angel with large wings.
She was sad, though, crying.
I just love drawing depressing stuff like that.
It always turns out better like this.
As I'm digging around in my bag, I found a flyer for a party tonight.
I'm going because it's better than what I do on a normal night.
The flyer says "formal attire only".
Well, fuck.
I don't have any formal clothes.
I have to hurry to get to the store!
My phone buzzes.
It's (y/bff/n)!
She says something about the party, that she'll be there!
She also says that she has the perfect dress for me.
So, I run down the street with my phone and go to (y/bff/n)'s house.
When I get there, I just have to walk in and she comes running up to me.
She leads me up to her room and shows me the most beautiful dress I've ever seen!
The dress is black and strapless.
The material seems to be silk.
The dress is very doll-esque.
"It's so beautiful..." I say.
"Well I picked it out for you!"
I put it on and (y/bff/n) does my makeup.
She also gives me a beautiful pair of black flats with bows, and ribbons that wrap around my ankle.
The outfit is completed with an adorable black, studded bow hairband.
The bow is off-center, which makes it look amazing.
"You look like a doll!" (y/bff/n) gasped.
I have to admit it, I do look like a doll.
My hair is styled the same way it always is, emo.
My friend and I go to the party and see everyone from school.
When they see me, they are taken completely aback.
They look at me, speechless.
I go into a corner where I feel most comfortable and the normal festivities begin again.
"Holy shit! Do I really look that different?" I ask nobody in particular.

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