ABN (Very Bad do not read this!!) (NANOWRIMO 2013)

Chapter 3

The week went by in a blur. Laya had sucked us all into her scheme. Even I was beginning to get excited about going, but a nagging sensation still pulled at me. I wanted to be weary of this party and this plan, but as I said her excitement was contagious.

I had fallen in love with my dress; it was a strapless, floor length, Victorian styled ball gown. The bodice was tight and pushed my boobs up making them look at least a cup size bigger.

The fabric was a sheer burgundy red that had black undertones. There was a hand stitched lace diamond pattern just under my chest.

The sheer red continued down to about the knee in a messy ruffled style that caused the fabric to create dark shadows in the ruffles, bends and crinkles.

Until it came down just past there it was vertical pleats all around leading off into the under layer. Which was a smoky looking fabric layered over and over with sequence spaced at random to make it look like the starry night sky.

My mask was a simple one, with gold filigree dancing swirls from around my eyes. It covered from the top of my forehead to just under my nose, It wasn’t my first choice but Laya liked it and had insisted that we wear at least the same mask.

Once inside though I was allowed to change my mask with the smaller one I tucked in my elbow length red satin gloves.

It was a little red one with black lace overlay and it made me look amazing. I really proud of how I looked in the dress, really the whole ensemble made me feel and look amazing.

For the first time since I was three my room was a mess, clothes, stockings, shoes, make-up, it was all scattered around my room on my bed, making a powdery mess of my desk.

My school bag was tucked in the back of my closet with a pile of clothes over top of it. I was in full disarray.

There was a knock on my door and I scrambled over a pile of shirts and shoes. I would go nuts later and clean everything until it shone, but for now I was content.

I tugged on the door dragging it open; standing in my doorway was Notari, Tirana, and Laya their arms full of bags which had their ball gowns stored in them. The limos were coming to pick us up from my house in exactly five hours.

Just enough time for us to get ready and down the stairs to catch our rides. I smiled at them and waved before turning and doing a quick tidying which consisted of grabbing the piles of useless junk and cramming it all into my closet.     

“Am I the only one who is majorly stoked about this party?” Laya asked jumping into the room her usual bouncy self.

I grinned at her as I slammed my closet door shut locking it. She stopped bouncing and let out a heavy sigh tucking a piece of her dark auburn hair behind her right ear.

Her cheeks went a little pink and her hands tightened on the bag her dress was in.

“I wonder if we’ll meet any guys?” She whispered shuffling her feet.

“We better! I’ve gone through hell to get ready for this thing.” Tirana moaned rolling her eyes.

Notari seemed to be the only one not getting excited about what the party, she looked nervous and unsettled. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

“You alright?” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh. Yeah sorry, just spacing out again.” She said shooing me away.

I nodded and walked over to my desk and continued digging around for my eyeliner. I wanted to get dressed up perfectly for this party, nothing was going to hold me back.