Hair combed just right, clothes without a single wrinkle, the very essence of perfection. Yet on the inside I'm trembling and scared; I get brought to these pointless balls were pure bloods show off. I don't want the spot light or all these brainless girls with their face nothing but a make up party. I wan to fade into the shadows, but dear Mommy and Daddy won't let me.
"Hey, pretty boy, you want to dance?"another faceless girl asks. Her lashes flutter, eyes looking up adoringly, any guy would fall for her. I look around; every guy does want her because I'm getting glared at.
"Why don't you go ask one of your little fan boys?" I brush her off gently. She points her nose upwards, and stomps off. I'll here about that when I get home, but I've come not to care.
Why can't they let me be? I'm here, I look prefect, Why can't they just let me fade.