Midnight
As I got dressed, I couldn't help but get butterflies in my stomach. Lacey, my crazy best friend, was taking me out to some new nightclub that was supposedly a bug hangout spot for other "punk rocker" kids like us. I got classified as "emo" or "scene" a lot, but I really hated labels. Screw those, I'm just me.
"Midnight, are you almost ready? I wanna go!" Lace called into my room.
"Almost!" I shouted back, slipping my black mini dress over my head and pulling it over my hips, adjusting it until it fit how I wanted it to. I decided to exchange my usual skinny jeans and band tee ensemble for something a little nicer. Lacey had let me borrow one of her party dresses, which at first I had thought was too revealing, but after trying it on, I saw a different person in the mirror. I rarely ever felt pretty, but tonight, as I glanced at my reflection, I barely recognized myself. The girl in the mirror was sexy and confident, her body highlighted in the perfect fitting dress. Her brownish-red hair with purple streaks looked gorgeous as it hung down to the middle of her back, a deep part on the side creating bangs that kept her face slightly hidden. She had mysterious grey eyes that were liner with smudged black eyeliner.
Lacey burst in and squealed.
"Midnight! You look so gorgeous!" she exclaimed.
"I feel pretty!" I blushed. She laughed.
"Good. Now let's go!" She started out the door, and I slipped on my black ankle boots and followed her.