Welcome to Hell High, where lunch is a battlefield and Math class begins at eight in the morning. To make matters worse, your crush doesn't even know you exist.
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"I can't believe you're forcing me to wear this." I groaned, looking at myself in the mirror. An hour earlier, Angel had shown up at my door armed with a dress (pictured below) and makeup kit. He had stuffed me into a strappy black dress and had proceeded to do my hair and makeup.
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"You look georgous," Angel replied, shutting his makeup case with a snap, "I've got to go get dressed myself, but I'll meet you outside the school in an hour."
"Just remember the booze," I said, still looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Once Angel had gone and the door was firmly shut behind him, I sat down on my bed. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about this dance. The last one I had went to in the living world had been a heartbreaking disaster where I watched my crush dance...and then makeout on the dancefloor with...the girl who had made my life a living hell.
When it was finally time to go, I summoned every ounce of courage I possessed and walked out the door.
