Alright guys I figured I kept you guys waiting long enough... if theres anyone even out there :/
Here's another short story i wrote a while ago (like two years ago oops)
Dedicated to kazuha-hime for putting up with me and editing my tumblr <3
It's by Taylor swift---> song on side!
I split it into chapters... really short ones but still!
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I really didn’t want to go to the Snowball Dance. I mean, why would I want to? I don’t have a date, flying solo is kind of depressing and lame, and if I try and go with my friends I’ll still end up alone since they ALL HAVE DATES! Not that I’m bitter or anything, I prefer to be at home in my cozy room reading on Wattpad or surfing Tumblr anyway. Plus, I hate these stupid school dances anyway. It’s just not my kind of party, and all the people there are incredibly immature and usually drunk, despite school rules. On top of that, the school board decided to be ‘smart’ and combine three schools for this dance, making it “bigger, better, and saves a whole lot of money!” Incredibly idiotic idea, if you ask me. The more students, the more stupid.
I mean, if it had been just my own school, I would have at least considered going. At least I’m familiar with those people. But strangers? NOT A CHANCE. I practically faint whenever I talk to people in my class, much less people in another school!
So why am I about to get a make-over, you ask? Because my mom is a bitch –although I love her to death- who wants a popular daughter who has the whole school wrapped around her finger, who can socialize with anyone and everyone. Naturally, she found out about the dance and she forced me to go to the, and I quote, “Big exciting party where you can make new friends!!!!” Well, mom, just FYI I don’t NEED new friends! I have plenty… or maybe like 2 but that doesn’t matter. I can talk without hyperventilating to about 7 people at school and that is enough. Right?
It’s funny, because I know for a fact that I would definitely NOT socialize even if I went. My mom thinks some miracle would happen, but this isn’t some sort of romance novel that I read on Wattpad. This is life! Wake up, mom!
She’s not stupid, though… She was smart enough to buy me a really cute outfit, and is going to do my makeup and hair for me. I hate makeup. If it wasn’t for the gorgeous white dress that fits me perfectly (I have a soft spot for white dresses), and the matching mini heels that I could actually walk in (kind of), I would fight to get ready on my own. I’m reminded why exactly she always buys my clothes for me (not just because I hate shopping!) but because she has really great taste.
She’s calling for me to start my makeover. Oh boy am I excited.
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Don't hate me cuz i'm beautiful
outfit on side-->
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