This is my new story. I hope you like it. Please review at the end. I would really aprediate it. Homecoming Horror Part One
When my mom was helping me get ready for the Homecoming dance, she and I were talking and laughing and having a lot of fun. We had told my dad to stay out of the house while I was getting ready. We didn't want to have him see what I look like with my hair and makeup all done up. Originally, I wasn't going to go to Homecoming but my friends coerced me and used a bit of their natural guile. I made sure that my mom curtailed how much hairspray she used. Last year she used almost a full can to keep my hair in place.
When we finally let my dad in the house, he studied the contour of my look. He gaped like a fish because I looked like a young lady in my dress instead of a boy in my jeans and t-shirt that I wear every day. My dress was a bold blue with black fishnet covering it. It had sequins covering the bodice and spaghetti straps. It came down to about two or three inches above my knee. I wore a black, short-sleeved jacket that came down just below the bodice and black, kitten heels with it. Altogether, it looked beautiful. After I was ready and we were headed to the door, my mom deferred me so she could divulge some information. She wanted to admonish me to be careful. She had a bad feeling about the dance. I asked her what she meant and she said that she had a feeling that I wouldn't be coming home. I asked why she was letting me go in the first place if she thought that someone was going to abolish me. She had to affirm that she wanted me to have fun and enjoy tonight but to be careful.
With that we headed to the school so I could stand in line with my friends. All of us had to acquire tickets so we had to stand in the longer line and wait to get up to the table to pay. As we were standing there, I felt a zephyr go through the air. It gave me a bad feeling and I shivered. All the conversations going on around us sounded like jargon because we couldn't understand anything. We were on the verge of going mad because we wanted to get inside when the door opened. We were so excited that we actually squealed. When we got our tickets and got in, we decided that we wanted to get our pictures taken as a group. They were much cheaper if we got a group of five or more people for one big picture. We had to implore a couple of our friends to come with us for the picture. Several were very reluctant to go. They didn't want to be there in the first place. The person behind the table that we paid for our pictures at sounded robotic. They sounded like they didn't want to be at a high school dance.
We decided to dance for a while and see who else had decided to come. The first people we saw as we walked into the gym of our school were all freshmen. They were always the ones who jumped at the chance to go to Homecoming. They had to adapt to the ways of high school and thought that going to Homecoming would be the way to do it. They have no idea that it takes more than that to learn all the ways of high school. However, I can't say much because I was a freshman two years ago. This means that I am now a junior.
As we were walking around and talking to people we knew, we discovered that it was like a labyrinth. The DJ was playing a medley of songs. Several of the songs were ones that I didn't know, but we danced to them anyway. We had a lot of fun. Many people were in rapture because they were having so much fun.
About halfway through the dance, I decided to go to the bathroom. If I didn't, I felt like I would explode. When I got out I checked my makeup to see if it had smudged at all because of my sweating. I checked my hair too. I had to make sure that my sweat hadn't gotten rid of any of it so far in the night. What I wasn't prepared for was what happened next. I was ambushed by someone that I thought was my friend. The next thing I knew, my friend Brianna was bashing my head against the mirror.