The live band continued the performance as the attendants danced in front of them; masks covering the faces of each and everyone of them. Elegant was one way to describe this festivity; classy, being another adjective that fitted perfectly. The girl's dresses fluttered as they glided along the ballroom floor, and the men's suits sitting stiffly on their rigid, yet soft bodies. For teenagers, these guests sure knew how to dance properly, rather than the usual "grinding". There wasn't one strobe light in sight, and the closest thing to possible alcohol they could get their hands on was the possibly-spiked-punch. Although most students dreaded the thought of attending this compulsory dance; smiles were evident on all their faces - the dimmed lights enhancing the sight.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
