I grumbled about that night, because I had little red marks all over my
body and they HURT! I glared at the dress with a large amount of disdain; I
even sniffed with my nose in the air, and then started to laugh. A girl
named Jill who I used to know did that all the time. I laughed and went
outside to kick my soccer ball around a bit. I felt a little depressed, to
think that my poor, already very tattered soccer ball wouldn't last very
much longer. Suddenly feeling very protective of it, I picked it up and
walked back to my room with it. I started seeing women walking down the
halls, chattering like demented birds about having to go and get ready for
the grand ball of all balls tonight. (A/N: I apologize to the birds that
have fallen into this category.)
I had almost gotten to my door when HE walked out of the room 3 doors down from mine. Tall, with dark, almost Kelso-like hair, but a little shorter, with dark, almond shaped brown eyes and a strong jaw and straight nose. I scolded myself after apologizing to pole I had just ran into, while keeping my eyes on the most God-like creature I had ever seen. I had momentarily turned into a fluttering ditz like creature who will follow a guy around, drooling at his heels. I opened my door, shaking my head. I really didn't know what was wrong with me. Jet lag I supposed.
I practiced my moonwalk while listening to my Michael Jackson CD until I heard a sharp rap on the door. I muttered angrily when I saw Alanna and a maid with a few cloth bags in her hands. Her eyes were teasing as she strode into my room. She wrinkled the bridge of her nose when she heard the music.
"Is this what you listen to? Never mind, lets get to work. You will be considered part of the Tortallan embassy, you will be present at ALL of the celebrations." Her eyes twinkled devilishly. I groaned when I saw the maid had laid out the equivalent of Cover Girl's warehouse.
Half an hour later I had transformed into the fluttering ditz again. Even though I wasn't in that frame of mind, I still looked the part. The dress was as bad as when it was being fitted, due to the corset that let me take in enough oxygen so I wouldn't faint, but no more. Thankfully I only had a little face paint on. I stood up and, because I couldn't bend down, the maid put the little green slippers on my feet.
I actually liked the shoes; they could double as ballet slippers if people in Tortall actually danced, which I doubted. They were green wit silver embroidery on them. Pretty cool if you ask me.
We proceeded on down the hall, Alanna in a soft violet colored gown, and me in my favorite color of hunter green that was compressing my internal organs to the size of Q-tips. Alanna complimented on my hair, which had been left down and straight. If you ask me, her hair was better. We went into the ballroom and sat at the gargantuan table at one end. As we were walking Alanna whispered, "You are being formally introduced tonight. Just stand when they say your name, smile, then sit again. It's easy." Oh, my God. She said it like it was just a minor little detail. I would have killed her if I didn't know that she could snap my neck like one of those retarded Sanford pencils that bend really far and then snap in three to one part flies into your nose. I glared at her and sat down.
After dinner I was introduced, and it all went pretty smoothly except I knocked over Daine's water glass as I stood. After I sat down (which I was glad I did because my knees went all shaky at the sight of HIM) I heard clapping, which I totally did not expect and saw HIM staring right at me. Alanna whispered to me that I was blushing and broke my concentration.
After that, I freaked. I did not know there was going to be actual dancing, like waltzy stuff and violins and everything. Sure, I was a ballet dancer, and I took jazz too, but I couldn't dance something that wasn't choreographed if the fate of all life depended on it!
I saw Alanna get up to dance with George (I was guessing it was George from the size of his nose) and knew I had no hope. Either I could sit there and look like a moron and refuse all (if any!) dance invitations I received, or I could find a nice guy who was an awsome dancer and would take all the attention off of me. I think I will go with plan B. I casually took a sip of my water and scoped around. My heart started beating faster… HE was walking towards me… closer, closer, his walk was like a jungle cat, his eyes were dark and mysterious, he was almost there… OUCH! He went for the girl beside me. It was all I could do to stop myself from bashing my head on the table muttering incoherently, so I twisted my napkin around in my lap.
I made a promise to myself; I would dance with the beautiful stranger before the night was over.
I had almost gotten to my door when HE walked out of the room 3 doors down from mine. Tall, with dark, almost Kelso-like hair, but a little shorter, with dark, almond shaped brown eyes and a strong jaw and straight nose. I scolded myself after apologizing to pole I had just ran into, while keeping my eyes on the most God-like creature I had ever seen. I had momentarily turned into a fluttering ditz like creature who will follow a guy around, drooling at his heels. I opened my door, shaking my head. I really didn't know what was wrong with me. Jet lag I supposed.
I practiced my moonwalk while listening to my Michael Jackson CD until I heard a sharp rap on the door. I muttered angrily when I saw Alanna and a maid with a few cloth bags in her hands. Her eyes were teasing as she strode into my room. She wrinkled the bridge of her nose when she heard the music.
"Is this what you listen to? Never mind, lets get to work. You will be considered part of the Tortallan embassy, you will be present at ALL of the celebrations." Her eyes twinkled devilishly. I groaned when I saw the maid had laid out the equivalent of Cover Girl's warehouse.
Half an hour later I had transformed into the fluttering ditz again. Even though I wasn't in that frame of mind, I still looked the part. The dress was as bad as when it was being fitted, due to the corset that let me take in enough oxygen so I wouldn't faint, but no more. Thankfully I only had a little face paint on. I stood up and, because I couldn't bend down, the maid put the little green slippers on my feet.
I actually liked the shoes; they could double as ballet slippers if people in Tortall actually danced, which I doubted. They were green wit silver embroidery on them. Pretty cool if you ask me.
We proceeded on down the hall, Alanna in a soft violet colored gown, and me in my favorite color of hunter green that was compressing my internal organs to the size of Q-tips. Alanna complimented on my hair, which had been left down and straight. If you ask me, her hair was better. We went into the ballroom and sat at the gargantuan table at one end. As we were walking Alanna whispered, "You are being formally introduced tonight. Just stand when they say your name, smile, then sit again. It's easy." Oh, my God. She said it like it was just a minor little detail. I would have killed her if I didn't know that she could snap my neck like one of those retarded Sanford pencils that bend really far and then snap in three to one part flies into your nose. I glared at her and sat down.
After dinner I was introduced, and it all went pretty smoothly except I knocked over Daine's water glass as I stood. After I sat down (which I was glad I did because my knees went all shaky at the sight of HIM) I heard clapping, which I totally did not expect and saw HIM staring right at me. Alanna whispered to me that I was blushing and broke my concentration.
After that, I freaked. I did not know there was going to be actual dancing, like waltzy stuff and violins and everything. Sure, I was a ballet dancer, and I took jazz too, but I couldn't dance something that wasn't choreographed if the fate of all life depended on it!
I saw Alanna get up to dance with George (I was guessing it was George from the size of his nose) and knew I had no hope. Either I could sit there and look like a moron and refuse all (if any!) dance invitations I received, or I could find a nice guy who was an awsome dancer and would take all the attention off of me. I think I will go with plan B. I casually took a sip of my water and scoped around. My heart started beating faster… HE was walking towards me… closer, closer, his walk was like a jungle cat, his eyes were dark and mysterious, he was almost there… OUCH! He went for the girl beside me. It was all I could do to stop myself from bashing my head on the table muttering incoherently, so I twisted my napkin around in my lap.
I made a promise to myself; I would dance with the beautiful stranger before the night was over.
