The dance.

The dance.

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So this is my first story i know its not very good but oh well. My names bella and im not your ordinary girl, id rather play football then go shopping and id rather wear tracksuit bottoms then a dress so when the masquerade ball came. I was dreading it.  Megan and i were getting ready together when she put on her blue dress. She looked beautiful. Then it was my turn i slipped into my white, floorlength dress and reluctently put my high heels on. We looked like princesses. When we got to the dance a boy quickly greeted us and i knew who it was, max. Max had been my best friend for aslong as i can remeber and when megan met him she fell in love. Max whisked megan off to dance and they both looked amazing. Whilst i stood at the side of the hall i felt a boy tap my shoulder. It was ollie, i had this massive crush on ollie, his brown hair swooping across his face, his blue eyes glistening under the spotlights . When he asked me to dance i knew why he didnt know who i was.
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