Untitled Part 1

Hold My Hand

I walk through the halls of my house to my room. The white plaster walls were boring and seemed to enclose around me. I felt small... as if I was the ant and the rest of the world were made of giants.

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Today wasn't a great day.

Not great at all.

I had been staring at him... the man I loved so dearly. I watched as he walked up to her... the girl who stole his heart from me. I continued watching from afar as he talked to her.

He seemed nervous. He rubbed the back of his head and I saw his face go red slightly. She nodded her head softly and accepting like, and she wrapped her arms around him.

It was obvious what had happened. He asked her to the dance. He  asked her  to the dance.

It took everything not to cry. I had told myself that he would never ask me... I didn't want to get my hopes up. I knew he could never love someone like me. I didn't deserve him, and he deserved better.

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I walked into my room, dropped my head onto a pillow on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Tonight  was the dance. No one had asked me to go... so I was going to find friends and hang out with them.

Or, at least, I had planned to.

All of them had a date to go with, so I was left to wander by myself. A part of me didn't want to go at all, but I had to. I payed money to go, therefore not attending wasn't quite an option.  I let out an exasperated gasp and sat up.

I took a glance at my desk. The chair that went with it had my dress draped across it.

The dress had a black torso, skirted with a dark aqua color. It was spaghetti strapped and was long enough so it just barely reached my knees. There was black sequins that covered the torso, giving the dress a shimmering look.

It was only four, and the dance wasn't until eight.  I still had plenty of time to get ready.

I got up and walked to my bathroom, and took a quick shower. Once I got out, I put on a tank top and some shorts until I was ready to put on the dress.

I pulled out a curling iron and plugged it in. Setting it on the counter, I left it to heat. I then found a blow dryer and dried my hair while brushing through it. Once my hair was dry enough, I stopped doing things and looked into the mirror in front of me.

I saw me, the weird nerdy girl who was obsessed with youtubers and Five Nights at Freddy's. The blonde with glasses. The girl who fell in love with someone who she could never be with.

My vision clouded and I blinked my eyes a few times. I rubbed my eye and realized that I had begun to tear up. I chuckled at how naive I am, falling hard for him... for the man who would never feel the same way back.

I took the curling iron to my hair and wrapped a chunk of hair around it. I continued the process until my normally wavy hair was completely curled. I found a stash of makeup that I had laying around and put on the basics. Nothing terribly noticeable, but it was enough to make myself more confident about my looks.

There was a lingering thought that was in the back of my mind, about how I was dressing up and going to the dance... even if I was going to be alone for the majority of it. 'Why should I primp myself' and 'why bother going anyway' were one of the many doubts circling through my head.

I walked to my room and took off the temporary clothes I put on. Taking the dress from the chair, I slipped my legs into it and pulled the straps over my arms. (This method was done to avoid messing up my hair, etc.) I walked out into the living room to find someone to tie the back of the dress for me.