Chapter IX

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Chapter IX
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"Gorgeous, Oh my god, Miranda! You're absolutely gorgeous!" Lucile exclaimed.

I was standing in front of my friend's full body mirror in my new homecoming dress. It was royal blue covered in a thin black lace, and for the first time in a long time, I thought I looked absolutely stunning. I loved the way the color brought out my blue eyes and the way the fabric fit my petite body.

We were all getting ready to go to our first high school dance, and nobody was more excited than Dani.

"What do you think Stacey will be wearing tonight?" She chuckled.

"I don't even want to know," Margret rolled her eyes in disgust. I don't know why we always talked shit about Stacey Jamenson, now that I look back on it. It's not like she did anything completely terrible to any of us. I mean, there was that one time back in seventh grade when she 'when out' with Margret's crush, and at that time it seemed like a perfectly good reason to despise someone, but now I realize that it was probably one of the stupidest excuses out there. I guess we trashed Stacey Jamenson simply and mostly because that's what everyone else did. It was always a common conversation.

"We all know that we'll be seeing far more of that girl's body than we'd ever want to." Lucile snarled, putting my hair up into a braided bun. She had curled her hair and wore a fitted maroon dress. Oh, how I envied her. She looked absolutely perfect.

Margret's dress was black, but she wore a purple necklace, and her hair was braided just like mine. We all looked beautiful, and I never felt so ready to jam out and flaunt ourselves to every kid at our school.

After a cliché homecoming photo shoot, all of us piled in Lucile's mom's van, blasting the hit radio for the entire twenty minute drive. Screaming along to Taylor Swift's 'Shake it Off', the night was kicking off to a great start.

When we pulled up to the school, all of us jumped out of the car. Dani of course was first one out, nearly shaking from her excitement. I still don't know why she had been so pumped for this dance, but seeing her eyes sparkle and her smile gleam in the moonlight, made me happy. That's how it's supposed to be right? Your friends are happy, than so are you. Their happiness is yours and so forth.

But I found that I too was pumped to get on that dance floor in the middle of the gymnasium. Even Margret, who hated social events like these, and never seemed to show much excitement for anything at all, had a huge grin growing across her face. This was going to be a great night. I just knew it.

We headed through the entrance, handing in our tickets, and making our way into the gym. It was dark in there, but blue and purple lights flashed back and forth to the beat of the ground shaking music. Balloons and banners decorated the sides, and a DJ was set up along the back wall. He was playing some remix of Bastille's 'Pompeii' with a loud chest thumping beat that everyone could dance to.

It was easy to spot Stacey. I remember a few upperclassmen telling me about the 'grinding circles' at Homecoming, but being the little naïve eighth grader that I was, I just nodded and had absolutely no idea what they meant by that. Oh, how I was to learn... girls, girls everywhere stood rubbing their butts against their guys' crotches, some making out, some I thought might get pregnant tonight. Great, we were only on the second song, and this was already happening. Anyway, Stacy was all over, switching from guy to guy, probably desperate to have one keep her, probably not even knowing half their names. She wore a black dress that was shorter than the shortest pair of shorts I owned, half her ass hanging out, and her cleavage was obviously pushed up way too high. Everything about her looked absolutely fake.

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