Requested by: mmpmaple. If you want to repost my work. You felt like a fool, standing there, amongst all the other students in your class and school in general. While you stood there, by yourself, the others were partnered up. Even Anne had found herself a boy to dance with. Diana was dancing with someone, Josie and even Ruby. Every girl in your class had a partner. They were dressed in the finest silks, hair pinned up in intricate braids and loops.
And when you glanced down at your own dress, you found yourself bored. You wore a plain brown dress, with little lace lining around the hems.
You also noticed Ruby by her side, face solemn as she wrung her hands together nervously. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself, spinning in the spot to face your classmate. Her lips were already curled into a cruel smirk as she set her hand on her hip, cocking it out confidently. It had beautiful lace detail, making your own look pitiful, and a sharp, mature looking collar.
Her beautiful blonde hair was pinned up, with curly locks falling from the side. The words burned, but she truly did look beautiful. Crossing one arm across your chest, you clutched onto the other tightly, digging your nails through the thin cloth of your dress and into your skin. You felt your eyes water with insecurity, but desperately fought back your tears. You did not want to cry in front of Josie Pie. You wanted to cry right there and then.
Every cell in your body was telling you to run. Who cared if this gala was a charity event? When had anyone ever been nice to you? Showed you some charity? No, all you ever received was ridicule. The boys looked at you in disgust, and the girls laughed at you. You hated your dress. Your hair. You hated everything about yourself.
