Mouths open as we enter into the ballroom. Quickly, the boy holding me puts me down and walks to the end of the first line.
"Crap," I mumble as I am forced to walk across the ballroom, and past the older, respected judges (who glare at me like I'm some lazy slut who just entered the grand mating ball in a guys arm- Oh, wait. I am) to the girls line.
"You just wait, slave girl. He'll be mine before you know it." hisses the girl on my right. She's taller and has to bend down to see me, causing her precious, blond curls down in a mountain slide. "Ugh!" she screams, and I start giggling quietly. "What?" she screams furiously.
"I mean, uh, cough, cough" I reply, causing several guys who overheard to join in on the giggling
"You littl-" Music cuts off Blondie's voice, and we step forward to meet our first partners.
"Hey, screamer." My partner murmurs, and I look up to see the boy that carried me in. I shouldn't be surprised that he's my partner, because we were both the last ones to arrive and the last ones in line, but I still am.
"H-Hi" I mumble as we begin to dance. It's a slow song, and I start to get bored, so I decide to talk to him.
"Do you wanna play 20 questions?" I ask.
"Uhh... Isn't that a little, I don't know, immature." He asks hesitantly.
"Yeah, but, aren't we all?" I question back.
Suddenly, The air whooshes by my face, and I almost fall to the ground, almost. But strong hands catch me first.
"Yeah, I don't flirt." He says, and lifts me up from the curtsy.
"Wow, way to ruin the moment," I grumble, and we stare at each other for a few seconds before resuming the dance.
"Well, gotta go." I say informally as the dance fades into the background. Quickly, I exit the premises and make my way to the bathroom.
"Well, if it isn't the little slave girl!" A voice sneers from behind me. Slowly, I turn around to find the mudslide of blond curls and a deadly fist.
I stood trembling as Blondie cornered me. Who knew that making yourself tremble was so hard?
"Don't feel so daring now, do you?" Taunts Blondie.
"N-N...No" I answer.
"And what are you going to do when you go back out there?" Asks Blondie venomously.
I answer only with silence, trying to keep my temper down.
" I asked what are you going to do when you get out there!" Screams Blondie, and she punches me in the gut.
"Bury your body." I spit and launch myself at her. She thinks she's all that because she is were, well guess what, I am better than miss princess were, I worked out so I could get strong. I Practiced, I bet she's never even seen a gym before. She Probably has to keep those arms nice and slender
"Wimp!" I say as she slumps to the floor after only 3 hits to the head. Luckily, I am not totally fooled by her acting, and notice how she managed to twist just right as she fell to the ground, causing no to little damage.
"Well then, I guess he's all mine." I say loudly. That's all it takes to make Blondie set aside her acting career and charge at me.
Quickly, I run to the nearest wall and freeze until Blondie inches away from me, then quick twist to the side. I hear a "thump" and take that as my cue to leave.
Poor Blondie, I think sarcastically as I look at her body slumped down against the wall. Quickly, I close the bathroom door and re-join the ceremony.
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No More Safe
FantasyI run panting through the woods, there is no other way, this is my last chance.