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The Masquerade.
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"Melissa, tell me why we are here again?". I can't help but speak out of boredom because truth be told, that's how I am feeling right now. I am full-on bored.
"Kiki, look at all these hotties...". I roll my eyes.
"Oh come on, Celina... Look at all the blondies, then the dark-haired ones, the ones with hazel hair. Then look, muscular, even more muscular, tall... Sexy...".
She is trying so hard to persuade me, but... It's not gonna happen... I'm not going to slip up...
"I told you, I am currently not interested in being in a relationship...". A slight lie... I am interested in someone, but the person whom I want to be with... I don't think he likes me back the same way...
"Sure you are not..." Melissa replies.
"I am telling you, I am honestly not looking for anyone...". Lying... Again.
"Okay, you know what?" She asks.
"What?".
"How about you go around the hall and just... You know, look for someone interesting. Ask them for a dance and-" I interrupt her.
"But what if I don't want to dance with him?".
She gives me a look.
"Then you shouldn't have chosen him in the first place...".
I can't help but let out a small, silent chuckle.
"Okay, but what if I get fed up of dancing and I want to go to you. Where will I find you?" I ask?
"I'll be... Somewhere...". That doesn't answer my question!
"Okay... What if someone realises it is 'Celina from my math class!' ?".
"What's the point of going to a masquerade without a mask?". Okay... I'll give her that one...
"Now, put on that mask and go and find one hell of a hunk!".
I roll my eyes before placing the mask onto my face. I begin to walk around the wide hall, looking for someone, at the same time hoping nobody will look at me weirdly.
Not too long passes before I find myself sitting on a bar stool by a big and oddly empty bar. Listening to music in the background.
The bartender gives me the drink I ordered and I begin to gulp down on it. At first, I scrunch my face at the bitter taste of the drink before the pleasant aftertaste kicks in.
I turn around, watching all the couples dance as...
"Melissa, tell me why we are here again?". I can't help but speak out of boredom because truth be told, that's how I am feeling right now. I am full-on bored.
"Kiki, look at all these hotties...". I roll my eyes.
"Oh come on, Celina... Look at all the blondies, then the dark-haired ones, the ones with hazel hair. Then look, muscular, even more muscular, tall... Sexy...".
She is trying so hard to persuade me, but... It's not gonna happen... I'm not going to slip up...
"I told you, I am currently not interested in being in a relationship...". A slight lie... I am interested in someone, but the person whom I want to be with... I don't think he likes me back the same way...
"Sure you are not..." Melissa replies.
"I am telling you, I am honestly not looking for anyone...". Lying... Again.
"Okay, you know what?" She asks.
"What?".
"How about you go around the hall and just... You know, look for someone interesting. Ask them for a dance and-" I interrupt her.
"But what if I don't want to dance with him?".
She gives me a look.
"Then you shouldn't have chosen him in the first place...".
I can't help but let out a small, silent chuckle.
"Okay, but what if I get fed up of dancing and I want to go to you. Where will I find you?" I ask?
"I'll be... Somewhere...". That doesn't answer my question!
"Okay... What if someone realises it is 'Celina from my math class!' ?".
"What's the point of going to a masquerade without a mask?". Okay... I'll give her that one...
"Now, put on that mask and go and find one hell of a hunk!".
I roll my eyes before placing the mask onto my face. I begin to walk around the wide hall, looking for someone, at the same time hoping nobody will look at me weirdly.
Not too long passes before I find myself sitting on a bar stool by a big and oddly empty bar. Listening to music in the background.
The bartender gives me the drink I ordered and I begin to gulp down on it. At first, I scrunch my face at the bitter taste of the drink before the pleasant aftertaste kicks in.
I turn around, watching all the couples dance as...
