Hey look, I'm not dead! :D Sorry for crappy updating guys; I have a lot of stuff written that I'm just to lazy to type. I'll try and get better though, I promise!

Anyways, as you can see I have decided to throw doing this thing in order and to just do what I can, so from now on it won't be in order. No that it matters, right?

I'm very proud of this one. Sure I was really bitter and pissed off when I wrote it, and reading it annoys me, but I still think it's good ^^

:19: Grey

I looked around the cafeteria with a grimace, leaning against a wall. Somehow the people who arranged the school formal had managed to make the normally crappy place look even more crappy than usual; an impressive feat. They'd hired balloons, got a teacher to be a DJ, turned the lights down. They'd even spent money (gasp) to get halfway decent catering; at least, that's what I was told.

I didn't have the stomach to eat.

Feeling slightly sick, I looked around the room; I could pick out both of my 'friends' in the crowd of people dancing.

The friends who'd dragged me to this dance.

It'll be fun! they told me as they kidnapped me and took me dress shopping for multiple hours on end.

The friends for whom I had finally aquiesced and agreed to wear a dress.

This one would be perfect! they said again and again, holding up a multitude of dresses ranging from pink and frilly to black and awkward (to say the least). I was the on who finally found my dress, to their distaste.

The friends that I had let cover me in make up, my eyes closed tightly the whole time.

Almost done! they'd said again and again. I'd given up hoping it was true after the fourth or fifth time. I lost count after the tenth.

The friends that I had allowed to pull me around, insisting on showing me to every. single. person. at. the. stupid. dance.

You look so pretty! The people said again and again. Each time I looked down shyly and muttered a thank you, but in my head I was asking them to stop lying through they're teeth. There's no way they could look at the freak that was me in a dress and call it 'pretty'.

The friends who'd said they'd stay with me during the dance. The ones that said they didn't have dates.

Well, it was so last minute, and you know how cute he is... they told me as we drove to the dance. I'd nodded, saying it was fine, but in my head I was telling them how much I hated them.

The friends who'd left me with a squeal when they saw their dates, leaving me alone and wondering what could have possibly gone wrong. The friends who were now in the center of the dancers, slow dancing contentedly with their dates.

We'll be right back! They'd assured me over an hour ago. Oh yes. Back so soon.

And one friend in particular.

The friend who was now dancing with my crush.

I hope you don't mind. she'd asked me, not sounding at all like she cared if I minded or not. I nodded numbly at the news.

Well I guess it wasn't my fault he didn't like me. It wasn't her fault either, I guess. They was nothing I could do about it.

But that didn't lessen the hurt I felt when I saw them hugging, holding hands, dancing.

I saw them look at each other happily and I sank down, resting my head on my knees. Screw the fact I was wearing a dress; at this point I didn't care. My face felt wet; I knew there was something wrong with them when I put them in. That's the reason my eyes were watering, I'm sure. I kept my head down, my shoulders wracking slightly as I cried. I could feel the pounds of make up being rubbed off my face by my tears and arms.

That grey dress I picked out now seemed ironically appropriate.