Disclaimer: Same as before.
December 31, 2007
Title: Our Time Now
"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Sam groaned, looking in the mirror. She was wearing a completely white BCBG gown. Sam had just turned sixteen and that night was her cotillion. If she had been her normal self, she would never be in this position right now.
"No way in hell am I going out there," she announced to no one.
"Sam? Are you ready yet? The limo's waiting!" her dad called out from downstairs.
"I'm not going," Sam whispered.
"Sam?!"
"I said, 'I'll be right down!'" the teen yelled, then quickly changing back into her regular clothes. She put the dress back in its bag, then grabbed her ivory clutch bag and slammed her bedroom door. She made her way down the stairs, almost stepping on her gown several times, even though she was holding it up.
As soon as Sam got in the limo, she immediately crossed her arms and stared out the window, refusing to look at her parents. She was too mad at them. On top of tricking her into going to cotillion, her escort was one of her father's co-workers sons, Joel, who was a student at a prep school in California. Sam had never even met the boy, and he was to be her date at the party. Everything was so screwed up.
After getting to the hall, which was ridiculously huge, Sam groaned and walked inside. As soon as she got into the dressing room, she could barely breathe. The air was thick from hundreds of cans of hairspray, much to her despise. Her mother grabbed her wrist and pulled her into one of the empty dressing rooms. Sam quickly changed and put on her three-and-a-half-inch heels, which she could barely walk in. After walking out of the dressing room, Sam noticed a drink cart in the lobby and went for it. She barely finished her martini before her mom found her, saying that she had to go put on her makeup. Reluctantly, she went and sat while three people "try to find the perfect concealer that matched her skin tone". After all of her makeup and jewelry was on, and she was ready to go out, Sam excused herself for a minute and went back to her dressing room. She groaned and put her face in her hands.
"Why the hell did I say yes to this?" she asked herself out loud.
"I don't know, but why don't we get the heck out of here?" someone said. Sam felt the room getting colder, and she tried looking for the person who was just talking; she was the only one around. Then it hit her.
"Danny, come out," she smiled.
The half-ghost teen that was her boyfriend, appeared out of thin air. "You called?" he smirked.
Sam didn't reply, but instead stood on her toes and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said once his girlfriend took her lips off his. She smiled at him.
"Can you get me out of here?" she begged.
"Why not?" He offered Sam his arm and she slipped her arm through the hole between his arm and his body.
"Such a gentleman," she announced as they walked out of the room.
"Well, it is a cotillion, Sammy."
"Whatever. You know I don't believe in that crap anyway," she grinned.
"Right…" Danny picked Sam up bridal-style and flew them out of the building.
Sam, now back in her everyday clothes, sat against the tree trunk, staring up at the rising moon. Danny's arm was around her shoulders and his head rested right on top of hers.
"I wonder what they're doing right now, don't you?" she wondered.
"Probably something really stupid."
"Yeah, you're right."
(Back at the cotillion hall)
"Samantha Elizabeth Manson. Daughter of Jeremy and Pamela Manson, escorted by Joel Evans, plans to be a journalist and a part of the Yale class of 2013. Miss Manson plans to spend her summer to join the Indianapolis Zoo volunteer group and continue her internship at the Amity Park Journal, in her hometown," the presenter announced. No one came out of the hallway.
"Where the hell is she?" her father demanded.
"We've looked all over the building, she's not here."
"Augh," Jeremy groaned.
Little did he know, Danny and Sam were invisible, right next to him, snickering.
"Wow, I cannot believe I agreed to go through with this."
"I can't believe you agreed to do this either. By the way, how did you manage your way into this?" Danny flew them away from the building.
She sighed. "My mom's parents were staying with us a few months ago, and they were wondering when my cotillion was. I told them I wasn't having one, and of course, they told us that not having one was unacceptable."
"So what happened?"
"They made my parents make me take cotillion classes, of course, ignoring the fact that I'm against their idealistic ways."
"And of course, here we are."
"Yeah… what now?"
"Wanna go watch your parents freak out?"
"Why not?"
Okay, that last part was kind of suckish, but oh, well. Happy New Year's everybody!
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