The Ball (7)

*****************Random girl*******************

"Omigod! Omigod! What am I doing? What has happened to me? Have I taken leave of my senses??? Aaargh!!!!!!"
" It’s ok! Calm! Take a chill pill girl! It’s not like it’s the end of the world, all you did was take the initiative and ask the guy you’ve liked, like FOREVER to the ball. No biggie. Although…"
"WHAT????????"
"well, there is the small thing that he is one of the most popular guys on the planet, and you’re, well, you’re… not."
"Uh huh. But, erm, when was the last time I let that bother me?" that floored her. My supposed best friend. I had thought that asking Grant was a bit ambitious, but I am not the master of randomness for nothing. [ahem] anyway, I’d done it and…. Well, he’d surprised even me with his reply, which was a quick and confident "yes! I’d love to!"

well, I had the dress, I had the guy, now I just had to wait for the actual event, which was only 29 hours, 33 minutes aaaannnd…. 18 seconds away. Boy was I getting excited!


**************** The Ball ****************


The hall was magnificently decked out with purple and ochre banners; the band was resting on the stage, looking divine. The school had decided to splash out on a * proper * band. This meant that instead of a couple of old men with wheeze boxes (accordions) and a really old keyboard; we had some young, fit men with guitars and a drum kit. We had been assured however, that they could play Scottish country, therefore the Gay Gordons and strip the willow would still grace our night.

The limousines began to pull up outside of the hotel lobby, all the passengers clutching their beautiful handmade invitations. Slowly the entrance hall began to fill up with chattering, excited teenagers, meeting for their final, grand social occasion before they began exams and then left for the big wide world, shattering old connections and forging new ones.

There were, among the number some who were unaccountably more nervous than others. This number included, amongst others, Tessa, Scott and random girl. (I feel, at this point, she should have a name. It is in fact Louise, or Lou for short.) for one reason or another (all unconnected, except by the objects of their respective thoughts; dates.) they were all fretting.

"Hey, erm, Sarah, so, how are you?" Scott managed to stutter the conversation into a start.
"Oooh!" she squealed high pitched and excitedly, "I can’t believe I’m actually here! At the ball! With a real sixth year" the last two words were whispered, but audible. "Thank you so much! Omigosh! I have dreamed of this moment for years! It’s all going to be fabulous---" Scott drowned out the rest of her girly, excited chatter, he’d forgotten how annoying his friends twin was. He was incredibly grateful that she had been going to St. Leonards for the last three years. "Won’t it??" he realized that she had asked him a question.
"What? Sorry, I just drifted for a minute there, what were you saying Sarah?"
"Oh never mind" she was clearly irritated, he could tell by her face.
"lets go in…"