Howdy Guys! This is a tagteam between me, -Jo-Jelly-Bean, and Emily, armed with a pen.
Em: We need a name
Jo: Uh-huh light bulb goes off above head Jem!
Em: It's good, but what does it mean?
Sorry, that is something off the Orange Wednesday's advert, that was just begging to be put!
Disclaimer: We are poor. We own nothing. It is all owned by the great creater Meg Cabot!
Not any ball. My ball.
Yes, I Susannah Simon was having a ball. To be exact, it was an engagement ball for me and my fiancé; Antonio Larantini.
I sighed, putting on my green dress, and put my invitation marked Susannah and Antonio's wedding, 24th June, 1850 back on my dresser, sighing. I didn't really love him.
"Corsets are all the rage now." My mother had said.
Yes Mom. I'm sure they are. They were pretty fashionable if you could BREATHE in them. And it is also extremely hard to get into them by yourself.
Once I had got into it, I slipped on my matching green slippers. My mother loved this outfit. She said it brought out the green of my eyes.
I took the rollers out of my hair, pinning the top layer up. I twirled around in front of the mirror, and let me tell you, I looked good.
I am not a vain person, but I did look my best. Antonio would really love me in
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I stopped suddenly.
I sniffed the air. Smoke.
I went to the door and tried to open it. No such luck, it was jammed. That was funny; none of the rooms in my house had locks. I walked over to the window. That was locked too. Nothing new. I'd lost the key to that donkey's years ago.
The smell of smoke got stronger, and I saw dangerous, angry flames flickering in the doorway.
Soon the room was so thick with toxic, violet smoke, I couldn't see a thing.
It was hard to breath, and the last thing I heard was my mother's wails.
Everything went black.
