"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm was going off. "UNNNNGGHN" I groaned. After many failed attempts of frantically smashing my bed side table, I finally got out of bed and turned it off. I was about to go back to bed, when I remembered. "It's the day of the ball!" I squealed.

I ran into the bathroom and started taking a long shower. I scrubbed every inch with my new body wash that smells like raspberries. I conditioned my hair and left it there so it could soak into my hair. I let the water run down my legs and I really thought about what I was actually getting myself into.

I was going to have to be a young lady. I mean a young lady! Psshh... I can do that... I think... I sighed. I can go without my netflix and poptarts for a few hours I guess... And what am I gonna do if a boy wants to dance? I mean noones gonna want to dance with me anyways, but just in case.

Do I just turn him down? Or make a complete fool of myself? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt cold water on my legs. Oops. I quickly rinsed out the conditioner, and stepped out. I grabbed my robe and started to blowdry my hair. I HATE blowdrying my hair! I have thick dirty blonde hair and it takes FOREVER to blowdry. But then I thought about a guy possibly trying to talk to me, and that settled that.

A MILLION YEARS LATER* Phew. I finally finished blow drying my hair. It looked okay I guess, but I needed GREAT. So I got my straightener, and got that taken care of. I decided on a half up, half down hairstyle.

Since I was done with my hair, I went back into my room and opened my walk-in closet. I grabbed my long coral dress. It fit perfectly. It hid all of my curves, and made me look graceful all at the same time. But it got my hair all frizzy again, so I had to go back to the bathroom and redo it.

Finally I was able to slip on my silver flats. I walked down stairs and into my living room. "I'm ready!" I shouted. "Allison, it's 2 pm. The ball doesn't start until 8pm. Why don't you grab the sandwich in the fridge you didn't eat yesterday. I mentally groaned. I can't believe I rushed for no reason. I mean I tried SO hard to make sure I was ready in time, and I ended up being WAY early. Well I guess I could use some makeup...

I ran halfway up the stairs before I remembered that I was in no rush. So I slowly WALKED up the stairs and WALKED into the bathroom. I stared at the mirror for a while noticing which places I was going to put concealer on. I applied generously before moving on to my foundation, blush, mascara etc. I wasn't a big fan of putting a mask on your face, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Once I was happy with it, I looked at my clock. Shoot, only 2:54. I (gently) flopped on my bed and turned on the TV. Ooh yay! There was an old James Bond movie on. I have this weird addiction to old timey movies. I love the black and white, and the little fuzzies on the screen. Especially the ones with no sound.

I sat there and hummed the James Bond theme song, and watched in awe as he fought off Mr. NO. I was also one of those people who get a little too excited when the good guy beats up the bad guy. So every time James used a cool gadget to kill one of Dr.NO's minions, I screamed " YEAH WOOHOO THAT'S MY JAMES!" So yes. I was that crazy chick who whenever you went to a baseball game and the other team would win, I'd sit there and scream at the referee for a while.

The movie was over, so I put on Pitch Perfect. I had seen this movie SO many times, but it was okay. After a good half hour of watching it I started to get hungry. So I crept downstairs to grab the sandwich dad was talking about. YUM. I crept back up stairs with my treasure and as soon as I was back in my room, I closed the door. I slowly unwrapped it. Piece of tinfoil, by piece of tinfoil I could start to see my new heaven. After another 30 seconds of the slow thing I gave up.

I chowed down on it until everything was gone. I was still chewing on my last bite when the bellas got on stage to win the biggest title, and more importantly, beat the trebles. When they started singing, so did I, which meant that bit of lettuce and turkey was spewing everywhere. When they were finished I looked around. There was turkey here, and there, and let's not forget WAY over there. I sighed and started cleaning up. I was in the middle of picking up a big chunk of turkey, when I heard my dad. "Allison! Are you ready?" "Yes dad! Be right there!"

It was like music to my ears! "Yes dad! Be right there!" I ran into the bathroom to make sure everything looked alright. When I was satisfied, I ran down stairs, right into my dad's arms. "Ready sweet pea? " he asked. "I was born ready" We got out to our car. My dad was being escorted in a limo, and so was I! The limo was so much more crowded than I thought it would be. Then I started thinking about the ball.

Okay you guys so this is my first book! Please don't be too judge mental. Since this is my first if I can make anything better please comment NICELY on what I can improve on! I hope you guys liked it and it would mean the world to me if you started to recommend this book! I am going to try to update as much as possible, so hang in there!! Thank you SO much to everyone who is reading this! And her dress is at the top. That isn't her character, but I wanted you guys to see the dress!