Halloween Masquerade Contest

Masquerade Ball

CAMBER

Dear diary,

Why must I have the most annoying immature friends in the whole world? That's what I want to know. Also, how the hell do you spend six hours in one place, on your feet, finding the "perfect" costume for an overrated party that is the same every single year?

That was probably a little bit of an exaggeration but still, my feet hurt. All day, I was walking around the mall, going store to store with my friends. Saturday is Evan Price's Annual Halloween Masquerade. It's so 'fantastic' it has its own TV Show.

Anyways, every year it's the same and every year I'm expected to go mainly because Evan is my older brother. Like a lot of things I'm expected to do in my life, this is one of those things I'm expected to attend. Expected to help with every single decoration, cater, and every single detail of this Masquerade Ball.

And for the record, Evan hates it when I say Masquerade Ball. It's a Party. P-A-R-T-Y. Hold on, my brother is banging on my door.

"Come on Cam! Let me in!" Evan yells from the other side of my locked door. Rolling my eyes, I close my diary and put it in the place where it has always been. Getting up, I slowly go to open my door to try and find out what my brother wants.

I open the door right when he was about to bang my door even harder, as if just regular knocking wouldn't make me open my door.

"What the hell do you want Evan?" I say as I open my door. He takes a piece of paper from the stack he was holding in front of him and holds it up close to his face. That's when I see the masked image, and I realize that he's holding the flyers for his annual party. I immediately know what he's about to ask.

"I need you to put these in the lockers of every senior at Danforth Prep and the list that is on the bottom of this stack." He says handing me the big stack of papers. Yup, I called it. I should earn a prize for knowing how predictable my brother really is. I take the stack and close the door before he has the chance to say anything else.

I go back to my desk and toss the stack at the end making a loud thud before I'm finally back to the peaceful quiet of my room. My Sanctuary. Going back to the entry for my diary.

For once in my life, can't I just be Camber Price, future Bestselling Author and not Camber Price, Future CEO for Price Industry.

This gives me an idea for this year's party. It might be a crazy idea, but I think I can pull it off.

Sincerely, Camber (The girl who just wants to be normal for once.)

I close my diary feeling a bit better about this party than I did a minute ago. I open my laptop to go back to the story I'm working on.

I lift my hand to the light stubble on his cheek, feeling the roughness of today's work. I look into those enchanting blue eyes that are so filled with desire; I almost have to look away. But I don't.

RYLAND

Evan Price's Annual Halloween Masquerade. 8pm Friday Night.

I stand there at my locker, looking down at the flyer in my hand. By some miracle an invitation flyer to the biggest party of the year was put in my locker.