Winter Dance

Mimosa Bird walked in. Her purple dress clung to her slender figure in just the right way. Her dark hair was puleld back and up, with a jeweled clip holding it in place.

She looked around, realizing very few people were here just yet. She decided she would wait at the side for her date, Judas, to arrive.

Kristin walked into the ballroom. She wondered where Lance was, but she was sure in no time he would be there. Kristin walked over to a girl who seemed to be waiting to, she smiled. "Hi." Kristin said to her.


Kristin's dress

Lauren entered the room. Not many people were there. She seen Kristin and she waved. Kristin was one of her only good friends here and she was happy to see her too.


Lauren's dress

Danica had planned her outfit carefully. She did not wear dresses. She did not wear skirts. She did not wear khakis. She was sure it was a formal dance... but that just wasn't her. It had taken her a few days to come up with this, and after seeing girl after girl in dresses, she was glad she had on pants.

She wore a white long-sleeve shirt and a silver vest overtop. She'd washed the dye out of her hair, so now it was long, blonde, and shiny. Black pants and black ballet flats finished it. She looked pretty, she knew, and she wasn't wearing a dress.

Two girls wearing gowns waited nearby, talking. Danica decided to try out her look on them, wondering if they would even recognize her. She checked to make sure her hair was perfectly smooth and straight, and walked slowly over.

"Hi..." she said, and smiled. The girls turned towards Danica. One had on a purple dress and the other a blue one. Oh, the purple dress girl was Mimosa, the idiot who'd tipped her chair over and did not now how to use comeback lines. This would be funny. The girl from powers class with turquoise hair and an attitude was now blond and pretty? "Mimosa? I think I've already met you... Danica, remember?"

Kristin looked at the girl, she knew she seen her before but didn’t remember where. "Hey I think I seen you somewhere before but with pink hair. Why blonde now? The pink was original. Oh I'm Kristin" Kristin said to her. Kristin once again looked around the room for Lance.


Kristin's dress

Simon walked into the callroom with a jaunty step. Tipping his head to the girls he passed he made his way over to the oppsite wall.
As he leaned against the brightly decorated banner, he looked around for Caitlin.
Not here yet. He thought with a sigh. Then he smiled. Oh well. The dance has yet to begin really.
Straightening hte sleaves of his black tux, he continued to wait, casually glancing around the room every now and then.

Maria walked into the room. She did not get asked to the dance but she went anyways. She wore a winter blue dress that was modest and cute. It was not skin tight. It had a little train to it and on her head was a little teara. Her blonde hair was put up in a loose bun and she let her bangs hang down in front of her face.

Maria walked over to sit down in a nice fluffy chair and she was hopping that some body would ask her to dance or come and sit with her.

Coco walked in her prettist blue gown feeling peevish that she had asked no one. Ah well, she thought I'll get someone to dance with me




Cassie entered the ballroom with Nick hand in hand. "Um do you want to dance?" she asked politely "Uh sure," was Nicks reply. And they danced.

Edward slid into the room, decked out in the silky purple dress she had bought just for the occasion. The smooth off-shoulder affair she'd fallen in love with had originally been too large for her, but in the end she'd simply changed into her older sister's form. She now had long, straight black hair matching her eyes, tied up in the back in a simple bun that managed to drip a few tendrils of hair down to frame her face.

She glanced around, looking for Noah. Was he even here yet? She'd have to keep an eye out for him, as it'd be impossible for him to recognize her in this form. She had to admit she looked rather stunning, though, a flower matching those found ringing the hem of the dress tucked uncertainly behind one ear.

She made a beeline towards the refreshments table, looking over everything in amazement and occasionally exclaiming at the beauty of the arrangements. Finally she settled for a handful of strawberries, plucking one out every so often and sucking on it thoughtfully. Now what? She sighed, hoping someone would come up and explain what exactly it was people did at dances.