Post by Lucifer on Apr 6, 2005 22:37:27 GMT -5
Part 1
"Chris, we're going to be late!" The energetic girl was dragging her friend through the doors. Behind her lagged another girl, dressed in a white dress, and a reluctant look coated her being.
"Christina, I swear, it's a chore to get you to do anything lately." Slightly exaspirated, she tugged further on the taller girl. "If we'd been any later, they'd have turned us away, tickets and all!"
Christina was begining to think that might have been better. She did not like places like this. Too much formality, and she knew it would get better and then degenate into a rave. All the school dances did. It wasn't that it normally was bad, but this was the first time she'd come with a friend rather than a guy.
"This is gonna suck. Let's just go home." Her aquamarine eyes pleaded with her the freckled girl's own steadfast emerald eyes.
"No, we're going in, and we're staying. You aren't doing anything else tonight, it's good to get out, and you need to just relax and have a good time." Without further argument, the two entered the hall.
It was an off-white short carpet covering the floor, and walls of the same color covered in streamers so cheap and recklessly put up, it was a wonder they hadn't fallen already. At the head of the room was a DJ set up. A dance floor was set down, stained wood, with much wear on it. It seemed like it had been brought to every dance since they'd been there. At the edge of the room was a small bar set up to serve drinks. The un-enforced rule was no alcohol, but the latino serving drinks never understood the point of the rule.
What seemed out of place were the lights. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. One near each corner, and one huge one at the center sent light streaming to all corners. "Well, Kara, it looks like they actually did something right this year..." Christine noted, following the bouncing mass of red curls ahead of her.
The two found their seats at a table, marked with a "17" on the card in the center where the wine list would normally be placed. Across from them was a couple, who were whispering to eachother, acting like no one else existed. On the backs of two of the seats were suit jackets. Another girl soon showed at the table, looking frantic. She took her seat, glancing at her gold watch, and stared at the door as she took her seat.
A voice came from the speakers situated throughout the hall. It was the class president making the welcoming speech. Christine didn't bother paying attention to the announcements, instead watching the girl who stared as the doors closed. As the click sounded through the room just under the voice of the bland voice of the speaker, the girl wiped her eyes slightly, and just stared at the table.
Looking up, the to seats were about to be filled by two boys. The first, a lithe figure with tanned skin, and black hair in a side part, the other heavier set, but still muscular of welch or english descent with no more than a centimeter of light brown hair sprouting from his head.
The boy with the tanned skin glanced over the table, and stopped on the girl who was close to tears. Chris thought she caught a glimmer of a smirk on his face before it changed back to a bored look, when he stared at the class president, whom was wrapping up his speech.
"So Kara, what are you getting?" Christine asked blandly, hoping the night would move a bit faster. She felt the larger boy's eyes glazing over herself and Kara, but paid it no heed.
"Tough choice... Chicken that tastes like rubber, or pork that tastes like plastic..." Kara deadpanned. "I don't see why we even have dinner. It's almost always worse than cafeteria food, and no one is here to eat anyway. It's called a dance for a reason..."
"Right." Christene agreed lightly. "I'm going to get a drink. you want-"
"Diet, sprite if they have it, no ice. And can you make sure the fountain is cold?"
"That's what the ice is for, you know..."
"But it makes it all watery..."
Christine sighed, and left. She stood at the back of the line for a minute. 5 people before her, she glanced around the room. No one she recognised was in view. It really was amazing how it seemed like you knew everyone until everyone was in one room. Turning back around, the person in front of her was ordering. A feeling of discomfort washed over her quickly, and passed. She hated being so tall. Most of the boys she dated were shorter than her. None of them had ever been too serious a problem, but she knew that it had bothered all of them. Even if she lost the weight she wanted to, she was still going to be bigger than most men she dated. With a self conscious sigh, she stepped up to the bar.
"Diet Sprite, no ice?" The latino man dipped the nozzel into the glass, clear liquid flowing down the sides filling it before placing it on the bar. "And a cola, also no ice." The man glanced up, and filled another glass, and pressed them foreward. She put three dollars on the counter, and started back to the table.
Looking over, she noticed that the food had been served. There was enough on the trays to serve 3 people. The smell was slightly reviling, but bearable, like the cafeteria on a bad day. Sitting down, she noticed the tanned boy had left from the table, leaving his pale friend to himself, who took the opportunity to pollish off half his meal. Kara was abstaining from the main coarse, and picking at scalloped potatoes.
Chris set the glasses down, and took her seat. "Any good?" she asked her companion.
Kara strained her jaw a moment, and a crunching sound was made. "I think that was my tooth..." she said after she'd swallowed with a grimace.
"This is why I ate before I came." Christine sipped from her cola, and allowed it to rest in her mouth a moment before swallowing.
"I think I can hold off for the night..." Kara said as she pushed the plate away, and took a sip of her drink.
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Not exactly original premise, but I figured I'd just type and see how it came out. I'll try to keep up with it if I can.
Let me know what you think. Comments, Criticism, and Flames welcome.
PS. I know my grammer and spelling are horrific, so if you're obsessive about it, feel free to attack it, but just know that it won't help me. I'm a lost cause... ^^;;
"Chris, we're going to be late!" The energetic girl was dragging her friend through the doors. Behind her lagged another girl, dressed in a white dress, and a reluctant look coated her being.
"Christina, I swear, it's a chore to get you to do anything lately." Slightly exaspirated, she tugged further on the taller girl. "If we'd been any later, they'd have turned us away, tickets and all!"
Christina was begining to think that might have been better. She did not like places like this. Too much formality, and she knew it would get better and then degenate into a rave. All the school dances did. It wasn't that it normally was bad, but this was the first time she'd come with a friend rather than a guy.
"This is gonna suck. Let's just go home." Her aquamarine eyes pleaded with her the freckled girl's own steadfast emerald eyes.
"No, we're going in, and we're staying. You aren't doing anything else tonight, it's good to get out, and you need to just relax and have a good time." Without further argument, the two entered the hall.
It was an off-white short carpet covering the floor, and walls of the same color covered in streamers so cheap and recklessly put up, it was a wonder they hadn't fallen already. At the head of the room was a DJ set up. A dance floor was set down, stained wood, with much wear on it. It seemed like it had been brought to every dance since they'd been there. At the edge of the room was a small bar set up to serve drinks. The un-enforced rule was no alcohol, but the latino serving drinks never understood the point of the rule.
What seemed out of place were the lights. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. One near each corner, and one huge one at the center sent light streaming to all corners. "Well, Kara, it looks like they actually did something right this year..." Christine noted, following the bouncing mass of red curls ahead of her.
The two found their seats at a table, marked with a "17" on the card in the center where the wine list would normally be placed. Across from them was a couple, who were whispering to eachother, acting like no one else existed. On the backs of two of the seats were suit jackets. Another girl soon showed at the table, looking frantic. She took her seat, glancing at her gold watch, and stared at the door as she took her seat.
A voice came from the speakers situated throughout the hall. It was the class president making the welcoming speech. Christine didn't bother paying attention to the announcements, instead watching the girl who stared as the doors closed. As the click sounded through the room just under the voice of the bland voice of the speaker, the girl wiped her eyes slightly, and just stared at the table.
Looking up, the to seats were about to be filled by two boys. The first, a lithe figure with tanned skin, and black hair in a side part, the other heavier set, but still muscular of welch or english descent with no more than a centimeter of light brown hair sprouting from his head.
The boy with the tanned skin glanced over the table, and stopped on the girl who was close to tears. Chris thought she caught a glimmer of a smirk on his face before it changed back to a bored look, when he stared at the class president, whom was wrapping up his speech.
"So Kara, what are you getting?" Christine asked blandly, hoping the night would move a bit faster. She felt the larger boy's eyes glazing over herself and Kara, but paid it no heed.
"Tough choice... Chicken that tastes like rubber, or pork that tastes like plastic..." Kara deadpanned. "I don't see why we even have dinner. It's almost always worse than cafeteria food, and no one is here to eat anyway. It's called a dance for a reason..."
"Right." Christene agreed lightly. "I'm going to get a drink. you want-"
"Diet, sprite if they have it, no ice. And can you make sure the fountain is cold?"
"That's what the ice is for, you know..."
"But it makes it all watery..."
Christine sighed, and left. She stood at the back of the line for a minute. 5 people before her, she glanced around the room. No one she recognised was in view. It really was amazing how it seemed like you knew everyone until everyone was in one room. Turning back around, the person in front of her was ordering. A feeling of discomfort washed over her quickly, and passed. She hated being so tall. Most of the boys she dated were shorter than her. None of them had ever been too serious a problem, but she knew that it had bothered all of them. Even if she lost the weight she wanted to, she was still going to be bigger than most men she dated. With a self conscious sigh, she stepped up to the bar.
"Diet Sprite, no ice?" The latino man dipped the nozzel into the glass, clear liquid flowing down the sides filling it before placing it on the bar. "And a cola, also no ice." The man glanced up, and filled another glass, and pressed them foreward. She put three dollars on the counter, and started back to the table.
Looking over, she noticed that the food had been served. There was enough on the trays to serve 3 people. The smell was slightly reviling, but bearable, like the cafeteria on a bad day. Sitting down, she noticed the tanned boy had left from the table, leaving his pale friend to himself, who took the opportunity to pollish off half his meal. Kara was abstaining from the main coarse, and picking at scalloped potatoes.
Chris set the glasses down, and took her seat. "Any good?" she asked her companion.
Kara strained her jaw a moment, and a crunching sound was made. "I think that was my tooth..." she said after she'd swallowed with a grimace.
"This is why I ate before I came." Christine sipped from her cola, and allowed it to rest in her mouth a moment before swallowing.
"I think I can hold off for the night..." Kara said as she pushed the plate away, and took a sip of her drink.
______
Not exactly original premise, but I figured I'd just type and see how it came out. I'll try to keep up with it if I can.
Let me know what you think. Comments, Criticism, and Flames welcome.
PS. I know my grammer and spelling are horrific, so if you're obsessive about it, feel free to attack it, but just know that it won't help me. I'm a lost cause... ^^;;
