Jessika was in a state. She had seen the notice for the ball and was panicking. Who the hell would invite her? Her, the pathetic pale blonde, with those stupid brown eyes. She glared at the reflection that stared back at her in the mirror. That reflection she knew so well. The reflection that Polly had taught her to despise. She knew that since she'd been hanging around with Melody, her popularity had grown, but not enough to get a ball partner. Not that she'd accept just ANY old date. There was just one person in the whole wide world she wanted to go with. And that person was Lee Jordan. But he'd never want to go with her, not when he could have any girl he wanted. She sighed, and ran a brush through that blonde hair that she hated so much, and went down to the common room.