Pre-War Era
Saige leaned against the wall of her high school, watching the prep girls gossiping over the other girls of the school and swooning over the boys, while glancing over to the nerd boys who were playing some advanced board game.
People-watching being her favorite past-time, she wasn't bored, but she could have something better to do with her time, if you would ask her.
People passed the violet-haired girl without so much as a glance, as if she was invisible in her pale blue sweater and long light pink skirt.
It wasn't her choice to wear it, but she did admit she looked nice in it.
She finally budged from her spot to walk towards the high school restrooms, only to find a mirror and fuss over her hair, brown highlights peeking out from under the violently violet hair.
She closed her eyes and gave a calm sigh, to assess the homecoming dance tonight, to only open them and stare back at herself, her own electric blue eyes piercing her soul, with refreshing brown spots near the pupils.
A flock of girls rushed into the restroom to check themselves before the dance, which was hours and hours away, as Saige fled the restroom quickly.
Her thoughts wandered to how she wasn't going with anyone, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of going with a guy.
"Saige, are you alright? You don't look well." A concerned teacher put her hand on her shoulder, when Saige opened her eyes swiftly.
Her hands and face were sweaty, clammy almost, and a noticeable blush was present on her face.
"Y-Yeah, just peachy." Saige stammered, startled at anyone talking to her.
The teacher nodded and walked off in the direction of the teacher's lounge, the office also, when one of the more popular jocks passed by Saige, whistling like a wolf before turning around to face her, leaning against the locker.
"And just who are you, pretty lady? Because I've made it a personal challenge to make out with every beautiful girl in this school, and I don't quite remember you." The player smirked, looking Saige up and down degradingly, as Saige became offended and slapped the boy across the face.
"I don't know who you think you are, sir, but I am not a object of sex. Now if you don't mind keeping your hands in their respective joints, don't stare at my breasts again and let me go to class." Saige snapped, holding her penknife in her hand from quickly withdrawing it from her waist, as the group of boys let her through.
She rounded the corner with anger, from previously being peaceful and made her way to her locker before returning to English/Grammar class and grabbing a scarf.
October is chilly, and it went right past Saige with wonder why they were holding the homecoming in such cold weather when they knew girls would be wearing high heels and dresses that left nothing to the imagination.
"I swear, all this positivity in the middle of the war..." Saige sharply inhaled a nervous and shaky breath, trying to think of better thoughts to get her mind off it.
It's 9 o'clock to the dot, while Saige waved goodbye to her mother as she left the parking lot, thanking her for letting her come.
A cold chill ran up her back, giving her a shiver that ran up her spine, as more kids pulled up in limos with their dates, making Saige feel down.
"Don't worry, you don't need anyone to have fun." a small voice in her head tried cheering her up.
"Perhaps, but I'd be having a lot more fun with someone else there to share it..." Saige thought with her pessimistic attitude.
The custodian opened the doors, allowing the kids inside from braving the weather, as Saige's mouth couldn't help opening in amazement.
Balloons and sparkles decorated the gymnasium with tables set around for the couples, punch bowls near the left side of the sideline, and a stage near the front.
Her mind thought of one of her only friends, which wasn't a close one, whom was a class clown, which amused her to think that he'd try to preform comedy to lighten the mood of the night.
"At least every student here will have fun tonight except for me. The thought of immediate death from bombing doesn't excite me much." Saige stood near the entrance to the gym, not expecting anyone to ask her to dance all night.
She just was arguing with herself, and her only concern was this.
"My god Saige, you never want to have fun. If you just dance and stop being awkward, you'll probably forget about the war for one goddamn second." her voice rang back to her, encouraging her to go dance to the music playing.
"No thanks, I bet that punch is spiked and every guy here is a pig." Saige shook her head mentally, refusing to break to her own peer pressure.
Sometimes her determination and/or stubbornness was annoying to not only herself, but her teachers.
Her voice sighed with a hint of annoyance.
"I swear, I can never get you to have fun. Your life is so depressing, Saige. Don't say I never tried when you're old and grey. You're too paranoid to be fun." Her voice was getting annoying, so Saige stopped talking to it.
Mainly because another voice burst her bubble of thought.
"Hello, would you do me the pleasure of a dance?" said the voice, and the boy it belonged to looked nice.
He was dressed in a nice black tuxedo, holding his hand out at a bow, definitely a gentleman, surprising Saige such a type existed in this time and place.
"O-Of course." She stood, as he looked from her sweater, not her breasts although, to her skirt, and then to her face.
"You look simply beautiful tonight, my dear. May I ask your name?" his politeness just made Saige fall in love with how this boy wasn't a pig or even in the least bit messy.
Except for the untidy sleek black hair that didn't seem to go straight, even with all the hair gel that made it stand up.
"Saige. You?" She asked with a smile, holding her one free hand behind her back as the boy lead her to the dance floor slowly.
"Elliot, my dear." he smiled, lighting up his emerald eyes that seemed to shine more than the glitter among the gym.
"You aren't like most the boys here, Elliot. I appreciate that." Saige smiled back, chuckling at how he was just charming.
"Thank you, I try." Elliot chuckled, laughing along with her.
A slow song began soon, as Elliot placed his hand gently on her hip and the other out for her, as Saige placed hers around his neck and the other accepting his open hand, as they began to sway slowly to the tempo of the song.
Near the end of the homecoming night, Saige panicked at she thought of if she would ever meet this boy again, but was relieved quickly as she reminded herself the only ones allowed at the dance was students of this high school.
The night was never able to end, however, as bomber jets flew over the school, the students oblivious to the rushing noises over the sound of the music, the heat of the moment and the romance in the air.
Saige never got to live her special night, never got to finish her dance, and never got to live her normal life again.
At least, not the way she would want to.