F.E.A.R.

Life Is A Ball Part 1

The week crawled by slowly for everyone; but I managed to get to the weekend by staring starring holes into cups with Ainsley, learning about old-world weapons with Alice, and getting my ass kicked on a regular basis by Linden.

Even as entertained as I was I still as antsy as any other girl in the University, for what exactly? The Ball, of course! I still had a minor problem by Saturday morning though; I had no date. It wasn’t like I had turned down everyone who asked me to go with them either; it was like no one had asked me to at all.

To make matters worse everyone else had a date, well, besides Aurora, so we agreed to be each other’s dates, since some men would rather go alone than take one of us. By some men I mean Marshall Jones. By us I mean me.

At the beginning of the week I had merely thought he was being shy, but now, the day of the Ball I was harboring a grudge. My first instinct was to cut the ass out of his tuxedo’s pants, and then my second one took over.

So I spent my entire afternoon altering my black dress with Delilah and Kali’s help. We spent an hour ripping some lace out of an old dress of mine then another two hours working on turning the bottom half of my skirt into a detachable one. By four thirty the work was done and I managed to jump in the shower. I had about thirty minutes before my friends started showing up to get ready and the least I could do was bathe.

I shaved my legs with a vengeance, nicking my pale skin enough times to cause frustration. Another point of frustration was how red my hair was.

It was been a solid red for about two days now and I knew it was because of how angry I had been with Marshall, I had truly hoped that it would be a fairly solid blonde for the Ball, but it looked like I wasn’t about to get my way.

At five Fiona and Celeste showed up together, they brought a wide supply of makeup and their dresses with them. Fiona had been asked to be Midnight’s date about three days ago, and Celeste had been Foxx’s date from the jump.

The three of us decided to turn the room into something more suitable for a beauty parlor while we waited on Aurora and Artemis, who showed up at about fifteen after five. When they came in Kali and Delilah left; on their way to a sleep over in the gymnasium that was being held for all the kids whose parents were going to be at the Ball, I sent a fair amount of love with them and my two favorite pillows.

Hey, my pillows mean a lot to me.

To Aurora it seemed like curling hair took way to much effort and she sighed heavily many times as Fiona weaved a thick barreled curling iron through her long blonde hair. She couldn’t help but giggle every now and then though when she’d look over and Artemis and Celeste trying to do something with Nix’s red mane.

Aurora was actually a bit surprised by how red it was, and how stunting it looked, especially with Artemis pinning fine faux diamonds in it while Celeste placed loose curls all around. Phoenix, of course, looked like she might die through the whole thing; Aurora was sure she herself probably looked the same.

Aurora and Nix’s got their hair finished at the same time and Fiona went to the vanity to curl her own hair while Phoenix and Celeste worked on Artemis’s. Out of curiosity Aurora wondered over to watch them perform.  She was awed at the vision Phoenix said she for it and as she looked at Artemis’s straight, thin hair she just didn’t see it happening.

A half an hour later, Fiona had curled her own and Celeste’s hair . Celeste placed her curls up on her head in a high ponytail while Fiona left hers down and powdered with pink glitter.

“I’m going to have that in my carpet for weeks,” Nix complained as she finished her work on Artemis’s head.

“Are you kidding?” Celeste asked. “We all know glitter lasts a lifetime.” The girls erupted in laughed that quickly turned to sounds of awe as Nix showed Artemis her finished work. Aurora could do barely more than gawk at it.