There's Beauty in the Breakdown

Looking around the room eyeing dresses and people interacting, my eyes came into contact with Blair. Her dress flowed down to the floor and was a light peach colour that complimented her luminous fake tan. Her dress was the exact dress that covered my body.

This was not good. I remember in grade ten, a new girl had the exact same bag as Blair. By three o’clock, the new girl’s bag was covered in dirt, water and other un-mentionable things. That day was her first and last. I knew that having the same dress as Blair, this night will be a thousand times worse than what happened to that girl.