This is my first story, I hope you like it! I love constructive criticism and also like to know what I'm doing right so I can continue! I don't own anything related to POTO and I DID NOT WRITE THESE SONGS. I wish though...
'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play, And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off, I shake it off.
My school dance was the most stereotypical party with that there could be. People were divided into the social groups, popular girls, popular boys, nerdy girls, and nerdy boys. Of course, I'm a nerdy girl. Gender, and social status. The lights were almost bright enough to bring on epilepsy, and the music was close to making everyone deaf. I did most of the preparations, as I have nothing going on in my life. As I said before, the music was very loud, so everyone noticed that our DJ was slowly bringing down the music, and announced the first slow dance of the night. My group of friends and I go to a seating area, because no popular boys will ask us, and the nerdy ones are too shy. I warm up my arms by rubbing on the gloves I wear, every day, all the time. People always bug me about it, saying "Hey, Marinella! Take off the gloves!" Of course, the answer is always no. I mean, seriously. You would think some people have sense.
Half of the school is dancing with another partner, and we are entertaining ourselves by playing cards that we bring to things like this. Being required to wear a dress, everyone is uncomfortable. Soon the song ends, and you can see the boys sighing, missing their first of four chances to ask a girl. The tempo returns to the upbeat pop music, and we return to the dance floor. I look around the room, at the decorations which my friends and I prepared during this week's study hall. We always complete our homework on the weekends, so we spent 45 minutes each day preparing these lanterns, streamers, and my personal favorite, the chandelier.
Made of chicken wire, Christmas lights, and tissue paper, our chandelier reflected light perfectly, and coloured the gymnasium. The faculty suspended it from the rafters with some jump rope, which we didn't really think was a good idea. At all.
"Mari!" called one of my friends. "They're about to announce the rewards!" The award ceremony had four awards, practically one for each social group. There were two titles, the king and Queen, and the academically achieved. Every once in a while one of the popular girls will win an academic award and rub it in our faces. The principal approached the stage with the four envelopes.
"Welcome to the 35 annual middle school dance. Our first award of the night will go to a boy with academic achievement. Our winner is, Gordan Lewis!" A select few clapped, but the majority went on talking amongst themselves. "Our female winner is, Seanna Casey!" All of my friends sighed, as she was the most annoying girl in the school. Seanna belongs to a very rich family, and they believe that whoever God blessed to be THEIR child should have everything they want. It wouldn't surprise me if they bribed the school, as they have before.
It seemed as if the entire room erupted with applause, and Seanna waltzed up to take her award. For the first time I noticed that the winner for this category received a pageant ribbon. Yeah, her parents bribed the school. I whispered this theory to my friends and they quickly nodded with approval.
"Our King for tonight's dance is," Her words were cut off by a screaming from an 8th grader pointing at the ceiling. Our chandelier was slipping down from the jump ropes that questionably held it. It wouldn't have been scary, if the reason it was falling was because the rafter it held was too. The rafter slipped, and everyone fled from the center of the room. I looked over to see Seanna struggling to run in her high heels. She headed in my direction and used me as a propelling point to put herself away from the danger. I fell down, as did the chandelier. Part of the rafter fell on my arm, making it sear with pain. The floor burn, weight of the rafter, and the everyday throbbing of my arms compiled to make the pain unbearable, and I quickly blacked out.
Well then, short chapter for the beginning, but things elevated quickly. Mini contest that I am doing- Who was the first person to favorite the first version of my story? Most of you wont know, but some wiiiiill.