Bailey Transon.Plus size teenager, a lover of bus taker and too busy to care of other peoples opinions.With conquering the world other than suffering high school life, Bailey's life was quite unique and different than others. Until, a new guy attra...
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Hermione did a pretty good job at decorating the theme of a prom night.
It was like we were standing above the gate of Heaven. The blinding colorful lights were aesthetically pleasing, the big disco light circled around at the middle slowly and everyone around me seems to be enjoying every second of Tame Impala's song 'The Less I know The Better'.
There was two rectangle table behind the corner with fruit punch, chocolate fountain and yogurt drinks. There was also strawberry muffins, mini burger and pizzas and hot cheetos.
And Hermione also managed to give a nice photo booth for couples, friends and singles. Ollie was there, all dressed in white with an orange flower in the left side of his chest. Beside him was Delilah, the girl he's got a crush on and who was dressed in light blue dress with black glittery straps. I gave him a thumbs up as he saw me and cracked a smile. Both was so close together and giggling mindly. Good for them, I thought.
I look around and saw some people that I know. Chelsea in grey dust gown talking with cheerleaders who was dressed in yellow and hair down altogether. The group of boys who bullied Bailey was dancing beneath the disco light. I turned my head away from the sight of douche bags.
To be completely honest, I don't know any one of them well except Bailey. I don't know them but one thing I can say is that there was no one left behind. No dorky boy, no wallflower. There was only people. Enjoying the night to the fully. No one was bullying anyone, no one was making anyone feel worthless or unloved.
If this night could give an ounce of happiness to the night that I chose to make a decision that will have so much of an impact of what I'm right now; I asked myself, would I change my decision and if i did then what will the story be?
Where will the feather go if the wind aired differently?
"You okay?" Hermione asked. "Yeah- I'm just..." I took a deepbreath and said, "Wondering if this is what exactly it seems." "Well," she said, "This is exactly what it seems."
I gave a smile to Hermione and made myself think postive. That this night will be good. Of course.
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