the next day. yesterday Quinn, Jules, and i went dress shopping. i bought a long, black, statin, high-low gown. it was absolutely stunning. decorated with black lace on the trim and a few black jewels placed along the lace. i bought dark red heels to match my gorgeous dark red mask. a satin mask covered in various black and red gems. it would tie at the back of my head so i wouldn't hold a stick the entire time.
another day passed and the dance was tonight, for it would begin at 7:30 sunset. i was still thinking about that letter. why on earth are my parents here and associating with the headmaster? i cannot be in trouble of any sorts. i suppose i'll find out at ten pm.
classes start today, for i was surprisingly looking forward to it. there is something about a new school year that excites me. a fresh start in hell. the new teachers, classrooms, and a new routine to follow. but also the same old shit you soon get bored of. i performed the regular morning tasks while having a dance party. i dressed myself in uniform. a button down white shirt, a navy and black plaid skirt, and brown combat boots and creme colored socks of my choice. very natural makeup consisting of only mascara, brow gel, blush, and bronzer was applied to my sun kissed skin. a spritz of my signature Estée Lauder fragrance on my neck and wrists is what set me officially ready for the day. this would be the first set of steps to my new everyday routine.
i grabbed my school bag from the white, furry chair and my phone from the nightstand. a quick swipe of cherry lip smacker, and i was ready to leave.
i walked down the hall to room 214. Julianna's room. just three knocks and the door was opened.
"hey Care! ready for a day of glamorized hell?" she shuts her door and begins walking down the hall.
"oh you know i am. i bought a whole new case of pencils and i bet a hundred bucks they'll all be gone by the end of next week." i tell her.
at last we make it to the education halls. Jules and i separate and make way to our home rooms.
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later in the day we go to lunch. i meet up with Quinn and Rhett at our usual table.
"all of my classes are already awful. did anyone get mr. reyburn?" Quinn tells us.
"oh god that guy is a total perv!" i say a little louder than normal.
"right!" Quinn throws her arms up in frustration. Jules and Sterling soon approach the table and sit down.
"ok let's talk about the ball." Julianna says.
"do the boys have suits?" i ask.
"we do, both black along with a black dress shirt and a red mask." Rhett explains.
"we can all meet up by the front doors to the ballroom and enter from there." Sterling states.
"sounds like a plan."
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hours later and the school part had finished. i stared at myself in the mirror, picking at every imperfection on my face. my honey brown eyes seemed drained from the day. i could see my gown from the mirror. it was hanging inside my closet. i decided to get ready a little early; it was 5:00 and the ball will begin at 7:30. i proceeded to fix my hair. simply curling my long blonde hair would do just fine. i also burned my hand. god it looked like a hickey had been sucked onto it.
it took ages to curl the amount of hair i had, Goldilocks as my father would say. i paint on some easy makeup. a little bit of a smokey eye with mascara and the usual face makeup. a tinted lip smacker would do just fine for the lips. by the time i finished with the hair and makeup it was 6:30. there was a faint knock at my door, rapid foot steps leaving the hall. i quickly open my front door to see another letter on the ground. whoever left this here was in quite the hurry as no one was in the endless hall. i shut the door and sat down on my crisp white bed. i unfold the envelope and pull out a small note.
Dear Ms. Grey,
We are looking forward to seeing you this evening. When the clock struck a 10, make way to the main office. Make sure no one sees you.
Sincerely,
Gracelyn Prep
Principal, Secretary, & management team
i groan and fall back onto the bed. what the fuck is going on. i sit back up and smooth out my hair. i stand up and walk to the closet. my gown, hung in the closet on a velvet hanger. it was elegant, not quite a Caroline type dress but suited for the event. i take it off the hanger and slip into royalty. god was it lovely to have a night to express my inner girlie ness. i put my feet in the heels that will murder them.
the final touch. the theme of the night. i tie the satin masterpiece around my head, as i adjust it to fit comfortably for the night.
at last i was finished. i look pretty hot if i do have to say so myself. i took a tiny Chanel purse with me only to carry my phone and chapstick. the final few spritz of my perfume now set me ready for the night. i turn of the lights in my small mansion dorm place and head out.
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