AN- so I take it none of you have ever read "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edger Allen Poe. It is a short story and one of my favorites, mainly because of who it was written by. The rooms in Ms. McCoin's classroom are the rooms in the castle in the story. Basically, there are seven rooms and it's a really big party. Well, just read it if you get the chance.

Honora- thanks for the advice about the soda, even though I'm drinking a Pepsi as I type... oh well.

Another AN- we just had the big party for my grade for the end of he year. I just have some advice for you people- If you like a guy, and your friends are nosey and set you up to dance with him, talking about a basketball, and hot really dancing will only cause another girl to first try to make you two dance and then to cut in. It really sucks. So moral, don't tell your friends you like someone when they have are only playing slow songs.

Okay, here it is...

Abbie and Marco walked into Trig., taking seats right by each other near the back. Taking out a notebook, she wrote down the problem and solved it, noticing it was one of the problems on her homework last night. Flipping through her stuff, she found the homework and made sure she got the same answer.

"Abbie, did you get square root of five times 'x'?" Marco asked, leaning over.

"Yeah," she said, looking at her paper.

"Thanks," he whispered, as they waited for the Mr. Flick to take control.

The rest of the hour was spent going over homework and trying to convince Spencer that not 'i' was not a real number.

"Olivia," Elliot started.

"Elliot, you had no right..."

"I was just trying to protect you," Elliot started.

"I'm not one of your little siblings. I don't need to be protected!" Olivia had most the hall looking at her, but she didn't care.

"Olivia, you can't be mad at me for worrying. I mean..." Elliot gave up.

"I know... but, it's just... you really shouldn't, I mean..."

"Can we forget it happened?" They both looked at each other while everyone else looked at them. Olivia, more or less fuming was holding herself back.

"I don't know," she said quietly before pushing past him yet again.

The rest of the day went by slowly but surely and before they knew it, the final bell rung. Olivia was grabbing her last book when Abbie gave a quiet hello.

"Hey Abbie," she said, turning around. "Ready?"

"Yeah," she said with a smile.

"Well, Alex should be here..." she started looking around to find her.

"Hey Liv, Abbie," she said, pushing up her thin glasses. "Abbie, I'm really..."
"Don't worry about it hun," Abbie said, smiling. "Well, let's go."

They walked to Alex's huge apartment. Leading them into her room, she shut the door.

"Like?" Alex asked Abbie.

"Damn I miss real houses," Abbie mumbled.

"You lived in a house?"

"Yeah, a large one on a ranch. We raised horses," Abbie said, brushing through her hair.

"That's cool," Olivia said, never seeing a real horse her whole life. She hadn't really seen any farm animal except on TV.

"Yeah..."

"So, what do you guys want to do? We have four hours until the party," Alex said.

"Don't know," Olivia said, taking a seat on the bed.

"Leave it to Liv to think of the best ideas," Alex joked.

"Ha, real funny. I don't see you comin' up with much," Olivia said, threaten to throw a pillow.

"How bout food, food good?" Alex asked.

"Sure..." Olivia said, bouncing up. Abbie stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

Alex led them down the hall to the kitchen where she pulled out some cookies and milk.

After an hour of talking in the kitchen, they went back to Alex's room to do their hair. Olivia ended up with it down and curly, Alex had hers in a messy bun, and Abbie wore hers in two french braids leading to one pony tail and then a messy bun. By the time they were done it was six and only an hour until the part.

"So, what are you wearing?" Olivia asked as Alex finished setting out the last of her millions of cloths. Alex held up a light blue shirk with a navy V-cut tank top. "Cute," Olivia said, flipping through the pile. Abbie stayed back, sitting on a chair in the room.

"Come on Abbie," Alex said. Abbie flip through some of the stuff, but didn't see something she liked.

"What about this?" Olivia asked, holding up a pink spaghetti strap top with a jean jacket and a long black shirk.

"Cute," Abbie said, smiling, wondering how they all were the same size for the most part.

"Okay, something for you," Alex said with glee.

"Okay..." They flipped through some stuff until Alex pulled out a black strapless top.

"That and some tight jeans..."

"No way! That thing will fall my breast!" Abbie said, taken back.

"Just try it on," Olivia encouraged." Both gave encouraging looks until Abbie snatched the top and Alex pointed her were to try it on.

Abbie came out of the bathroom red faced.

"Oh my gosh Abbie, you look so hot," Alex said as she and Olivia waited eagerly outside.

"Really?" Abbie asked uncomfortably.

"Yeah, do you have any low rise at home?"

"Yeah, if we stop there on the way..." Abbie said.

"Of course, but first we must eat so we don't look like pigs at the party," Olivia said with a smile.

At about six forty-five, they were all ready to leave to Abbie's. Walking down the street, the passed by a few drunken guys who tried to hit on them, but when Olivia kneed one in the groan, they all left at more or less a dead run.

"Daddy?" Abbie asked, opening the door. Getting no replied, she waved Alex and Olivia in and told them to wait by the couch. About a minute later, she came back out in some tight blue jeans. "Ready?"

"Yeah, her house isn't to far from here," Alex said, getting up.

"Well let's go!" Olivia said as they walked out of Abbie's apartment.

Okay, I know it's short, but here, I added.