My parents give me money to buy a ticket for V-Ball, borrowing from Paul to pay Peter, as they say. They want me to fit in at my new school, to make friends and to be accepted. I take the money gladly.
The weekend before V-Ball, my mom and I go shopping for my dress. We go to a shop my mom searched for on the internet. A designer shop, but not a designer shop in the normal sense of when I mention the name, everyone will gape. It is a shop where designers, who are unable to open their own shop, or only starting out, or even still design students, rent a rail in this huge warehouse type emporium.
We find a beautiful salmon pink dress which accentuates my small middle and then swoops out over my generous hips, with stiff netting.
I am very excited and I am now looking forward to V-Ball. I cannot wait, anticipation building up inside of me, at the reaction Johnathan would have when he sees me in this beautiful dress.
I get dressed the evening of the V-Ball, and my mom helps me with my hair. I feel beautiful in my one of a kind dress, at a fraction of the price, but the best thing about the dress is that it makes me look slim.
My dad drives me to school and when I get out of the car, my nerves bundling up at the bottom of my throat, I take a deep breath, swallow, and with my dad smiling encouragingly to me, I walk toward the hall.
I walk to my group of friends, and a few of the boys wolf whistle. They have no tact and considering these people are supposed to be the cream of the crop-I have honestly met people of less fortunate circumstances who had more manners.
Johnathan is with the painfully skinny girl, Tanya, and they dance together the whole time while I try to avoid looking at them. I have to admit this upsets me, because he always makes me feel special, invading my space, standing too close to me, talking to me as if he likes me, and I honestly thought he liked me. I definitely know I like him.
I dance only a handful of times with the rest of my group, dancing all together, and I avoid Johnathan-not even looking in his direction.
The ÉLastique's play a few songs. I convince myself the only reason I am so interested in Vincent is because he is almost famous. He has a beautiful voice, a lot of appeal, is extraordinarily handsome, and I can picture him being very well known, and this is probably what makes me so fascinated with him.