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It was Prom of my senior year; I had gone with some of my girl friends, because all of us were single. Despite my protests, they dragged me along, saying that if I didn't go now, that I would regret it later. It more than lived up to my non-expectations. I sat alone; my friends had gone off to the dance floor to dance with a few of the guys in our class who were mature enough to dance with someone other than their date.

The theme of this year was a Marti Gras based dance. Masks were required to be worn all night long and the dance was billed as formal. Leah, my best friend since preschool, had dragged me to the Kohl's in town to find a dress. We had found a strapless, floor length, pink dress with a full, ruffled skirt. It complimented my tall frame, didn't wash out my too pale skin, and went well with my curly dark brown hair. My hair was done up in a nice style that complimented my oval face. It was twisted up in small sections secured at the top of my head in small spirals. The silver choker around my neck drew attention up to my face. And the long dangly chandelier earrings were perfect and not too heavy. I wore silver flats, because being 6 foot 10; I didn't see the need to be any taller. My mask was a simple sliver mask with pink outlining with a strap that went under my hair.

Leah had found a wonderful satin pastel green number. It hugged her body, and had a deep V-shaped neckline, that showed off her assets. Part of the back was missing and the straps crossed in the back in an X-formation. The bottom half of the skirt flowed away from the body and flared out. It was long enough on her 6 foot 7 frame that she could wear her silver stilettos she had bought earlier this year. The dainty pearl necklace, bracelet and earrings went perfectly with her dress. Her normally stick straight hair had been curled in beautiful tousled curls that framed her heart shaped face. Leah had the same silver mask, except with a pastel green trim.

The dance was being held in the local hotel lobby. Shelby owned the Water House Hotel and had held Prom here for the past 15 years. The hotel was decked out in green, purple and gold. As well as black and white streamers and lights hanging from the walls and ceiling. The local radio DJ had his station set up in the back left corner of the large square room. The carpet had been cleaned just the day before and the gardens had been replanted with purple and yellow flowers.

I was sitting alone on a stone bench outside in the gardens. Leah, Daisy, and Susan wanted to do some dancing. After my Homecoming incident, I was surprised they even let me into Prom. I had gone on the dance floor with my friend Dave, and tripped on my dress. I ruined the dress and fell over on top of Dave. This caused a domino effect, and soon half of the student population was on the floor in one large heap. Needless to say it was an epic fail.

I looked up as a young man sat down next to me on the stone bench. I couldn't tell who he was behind the mask, but the classic black tux, red tie, and matching red mask certainly complimented his tall frame.

"A pretty little lady, such as yourself, should be on the dance floor." I was tempted to roll my eyes; this wasn't the beginning of the 1900's. I smiled instead.

"I don't have a date." This seemed to surprise him. "I'm just like Cinderella, after tonight I turn back into some ugly, short pumpkin that no one notices in the hallways. What about you? Surely you have a date." He shook his head.

"I've never found the girls here to be mature enough. However I don't decide that without giving each girl a chance."

"How do you do that?"

"I take them on one date. Clearly I haven't gotten to you yet."

"Are you going in some kind of order?"

"Reverse alphabetical order, in the senior class only though. I don't do well when I date people who are more than a few months younger than me. Are you a senior?"

"Yea, fortunately. People here are too immature and I'm hoping college will provide more mature guys. Although I'm thinking it won't." He smiled.

"Probably not. It's not like guys will just one day be mature. Some of them never do mature."

"You seem much older than a senior in high school." He looked away. I had hit something.

"My parents always say I was born 30 and I get more middle aged every year." I laughed.

"Yea mine say the same thing."

"I would agree, you don't seem like a high school senior yourself, more like a senior in college."

"How would you know?" I was getting the impression he had already been through college. But that didn't make any sense; he said he was a high school senior.

"I have brothers and sisters who went through college." This made sense, and seemed logical. But something told me he wasn't telling me the entire truth.

We talked through the rest of the night, still sitting on the bench outside in the gardens. We found that the two of us shared many common interests, including music, books, teachers, classes, and both of us had a creative side. I tried to think of a guy who I knew who had this many things in common with me. I couldn't think of anyone, and it was quite frustrating. He didn't slip or falter and never said his name. I really wanted to know who this guy was.

"Where would you place yourself on the social ladder?" Oh great, I hated this question, and I looked away.

"Down at the very bottom," I mumbled. "What about you?"

"I can't stand social placement, so I ignore it, but according to the average high school scale, I'm probably at the top." Great, now I would never get a date with him.

"So why did you ask me about it?"

"Because I was curious. You don't seem like one who would be at the bottom. But then again, those who are at the top do tend to be shallower." Just then two guys appeared out of the hotel lobby.

"Greg! There you are! We've been looking for you." I was shocked; I was sitting with Greg Cullen, the most popular and sought after guy in Clearwater High School. And he was sitting next to me, Clarissa Brown, the social outcast of Clearwater.

"Way to ruin the moment. They always seem to do this." He grumbled. They were probably football buddies of his.

"Hey, dude, Prom is over, it's time to leave." The bigger one said.

"You found a girl Greg. Way to go!" The shorter one joked. Greg growled. They backed off.

"I'll meet you at the car," he said tersely. He turned back to me.

"Tell me your name?" I shook my head.

"Please, I want to see you again. Do you at least have an account name I can talk to you on?" I nodded, and he whipped out a pen, I took it and scribbled my Sunrise screen name (it's a combination of Facebook and IM I made up) on a napkin, then left in a hurry. I took one quick glance back, and saw that he was staring after me. I turned around and walked as fast as I could in my dress.

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I stared after this mystery girl until she was out of sight. The fact that she knew who I was seemed to make her nervous. It upset me, social placement shouldn't affect the person you date or fall in love with. She turned around once, saw I was staring after her, and then turned back around, and ran out of my sight. Only then did I look at the screen name she had written on the napkin, Little-Miss-Pumpkin. I smiled at the irony from our earlier conversation when she referred to Cinderella and her pumpkin.

I decided it would be in my best interests if I headed back to the car before Emmett came back here and carried me off himself. That would be too embarrassing to live down; however there wasn't anyone left, except the hotel manager. I made my way back to the car slowly, unwilling to let tonight's magic end. I had met my dream girl, and then lost her at the same time.

By the time I reached Edward's silver Volvo, everyone was getting rather impatient with me.

"If we miss curfew because you dawdled, you're the only one who's taking the blame for this." Rosalie could be pretty mean when she was pissed off.

"Chill Rose, we're not going to miss curfew. We don't even have a curfew. And don't you remember that Edward drives like a maniac?" Alice's voice was sure. Edward rolled his eyes at this comment. But he was the only one who was allowed to drive the Volvo. Well Bella could too, but she'd never drive the Volvo, it was Edward's car. We all hopped in and Edward sped out of the parking lot.

It couldn't have been more than a minute since we got going before Emmett starting asking questions.
"So who's the girl you were with Greg?" He was bound to ask sooner or later. I really didn't feel like talking about this with them, they would say I was too young and it was just a fluke.

"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me her name. But she did leave me her screen name."

"Aw, how romantic. Are you finally going to date someone now? Like go steady or something?"

"Emmett I told you, I don't even know her name. How can I date a girl when I don't know what she looks like or what her name is?"

"Well unless you kept you eyes closed the entire time you were talking to her, you know what she looks like."

"Jasper, everyone looks different on Prom night. Alice can you see anything about her?

"Think about it Greg, I don't know who I'm looking for. How am I supposed to know what to look for?" I sighed, she was right, without a name or something to go by, I wouldn't be able to use any of the gifts my family had to find this girl.

AN: I know it's kind of boring right now. I promise it will get better. BTW whenever you see OMOMOMOMOM it means a change in perspective. This is my first fanfiction, so please have patience with me as I figure out how the site works. I'd appreciate your feed back! Review, review!