Hey there. I'm currently writing this, at 6:36, where I should be already at the party. My mind is not working it's job to make me remember this stuff. Pardon me, for that.
But anyway, I first realised that I was already late when I felt my surroundings different. It was already dark. I remembered that I was busy earlier studying my lessons. I guess I fell asleep, due to tireness.
But one thing immediately shot to my mind.
The party!
I knew I was stirring up trouble. Not just by being late, but also by attending. You see, my mother is very strict about these things. But I'll sneak out anyway. Besides, I'm already late. I'll think about those problems later.
"My friends are probably waiting too," I mumbled to myself as I blow dried my hair. "Geez rose, you are such a slowpoke. Forgetting a important event!" I sighed.
Well, no use in lecturing myself now.
I saw myself frowning in front of the mirror. Goodness, I haven't even prepared my outfit for tonight. I groaned and forced myself into my walk-in-closet. I've never really appreciated the use of this room, but now, I'm kinda thankful I have it.
Just pick anything rose. Anything.
I was surprised to find myself holding a jeans and simple long sleeves. I remebered my mother's word about my choice of clothings.
"A true lady, always prefers dresses. I don't expect you to always wear frills an all Rose. But I also don't expect you in those... leather for a pants kind."
I bit my bottom lip. I don't want to disobey my mother more than I already did, but I also don't want to attend the party looking like a girl out of a disney cartoon. I tapped my fingers on my dresser impatiently. Think, rose. Think.
I opened my eyes and scrambled my tool box out of desperation, finally glad my brain was already working.
I sighed in relief when I saw my old sewing kit. My mother had thought me how to sew back in the earlier years. Back when... we were actually still happy.
I fought back the tears and shook my head. "Snap out of it, Rose." I muttered to myself.
I returned in front of the mirror and used the scissors to cut the leather silk I have in my hands. Sorry, pants. I thought sadly as I saw the object in half.
A couple and sew... and done! It was now a leather skirt. I figured, if my mother didn't like me in pants, I'd just turn it into skirt! And it's a skirt made out of leather too. I'm sure my fellow zelenians would be in their leather themed clothes too. Atleast I won't be much that out of place. The last thing I want is to be the center of attention.
I would just like it for me to fit in. That's all.
I completed the touches of my face with a light make up, --- not to much, and sprayed myself with the scent I love the most. It was a cologne for men, but I loved it. No reasons. I just simply loved it.
I put up my hair into a half ponytail, the half of my hair up, and the half of it, falling down. I also put on my favorite wrist watch, my treasured combat boots, rolled up the sleeves of my blouse, and I was finally done.
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I was actually pleased on how I turned out.
Now, it was time for me to go and hurry--- I mentally gasped as I remembered something.
First, I'm going to fetch some of my fellow zelenian friends. I'm not gonna possibly go at the venue all by myself, now that I'm also late. It'll just make everyone stare at me, and I'll probably cry and die in humiliation. Imagine, first party and all... and I was... I was late?!
How humiliating!
I grabbed the first sling bag I saw and quietly tiptoed until I reached our gates, but the guards still asked me on where I was going. I lied, of course.
"I'm... going to my tutor. She told me she felt ill, so out of respect, I'll be the one to go to her place instead." The guard looked at me curiously. I causally smiled and blinked to not be as suspicious, as I'm already is.
"Of course, My mother already knows about this." The mere sound of my mother's relation was enough to make them tensed.
"Very well, Miss Rose." They opened the gate as I smiled sweetly at them.
At last, I was free!
Read Calvin Walter's own entry about his prepration for the party for the continuation. Lunatic-Calvin.
Ps. This is fast paced written. Sorry for all the mistakes. But I'm off now to enjoy the party! :)
