Hope

Prologue - A Night With You

<<I am not good in describing dresses and clothes, so please bear with me anyway.>>

I shook my head because of the music roaring behind my ear as I just entered the ball. I tried my best to walk as formal as possible, like what my closest friend, Daennie, taught me how to.

Daennie, pronounced as Da-nee is my closest friend ever, not the best. I don't have a best friend. I had never met anyone who reached my standards as a best friend. But Daennie's the closest to it.

I rolled my shoulder blades and straightened my back even if the super tight dress was killing me, forced my chin to stay up, and the hardest part of all, keep my balance on my high-heeled black Charles and Keith stilettos to not slide off to the side. I tried making those click-clacking sounds that all the girls here made. But just like what I had expected, it sounded like rubber shoes rubbing against the floor.

I slip-slopped my way to the food counter, going to grab some punch and chat with my gang. I struggled to walk there because of the need to keep my poise. It hurt you know!

'Only one night, Miza. Do a little sacrifice.' I encouraged myself.

Finally I reached the bowl of punch. I got a cup for me and walked through the dancing and chattering crowd. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the group of bitches that I walked past.

Faye, one of the campus bitches, shouldered me and said, "Oh hey.. Miza, what's up?"

"Still the same geeky desperate date-finder?" One of her girls and my ex-almost best friend, Ivory, insulted me as she scanned me with her red contact lenses from head to toe, raising a brow.

A rumor had spread about me that I was desperate in searching for a date. Ivory was my almost best friend since grade 7 until 9. She was always my shoulder to lean on, my ear to talk to, and my wonderful councillor. She was all that until we had a consequence game. She told me to ask every boy in our level if they'd want to be my date. Well, I trusted her, so I did her dare. Then after a week, a rumor had already spread about me.

There was this "Yivva Oranya" who added me as a friend on Facebook. And I accept all friend requests, even those strangers' friend requests. She befriended me on that social-networking site and we always chatted. She often asked how I'm doing at school. And the stupid Miza always answered the truth.

Anyway after a week of her posting statuses about me being desperate on finding a date, every student excluding the nerdy ones started insulting and mocking me about it. I always shared it to Ivory, but she barely talks. Because usually, she talks a lot. Then if the topic goes to Faye's group, she changes topic. and I didn't bother that time because I assumed she hated them too so she doesn't like talking about it.

Until one day, I saw her walking and chatting with the group I hated. I waited for her to notice me, but instead she and Faye's girls walked up to me and humiliated me. Ivory told me the unexpected truth that she was actually a traitor to me, that she was Yivva Oranya, that she was just acting this whole time that I'm her best friend. After humiliating and admitting things to me without a hint of guilt in her voice, they all walked away with their flirtatious laughters.

And from that time on, I never thought on trusting anyone too much anymore. I'm afraid to get hurt again, get fooled, and most of all, to get my trust broken.

"Today's the last day we'll all be meeting, please let me do my thing and stop bothering me. Get away from my direction. Thanks." I simply said, but I glared at Ivory the most.

They all rolled their eyes and pushed me and continued their laughter, almost making me fall on the floor, in front of everyone here.

My hands danced in the air as I lost my equilibrium and almost spilled the punch, but luckily someone caught me.