Post by brianna renee bailey on Sept 22, 2015 19:48:43 GMT -5
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
With people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
It was her first night at the new, luxurious school. She had visit Beauxbatons a few times in the past for a Quidditch match or two, but she has not been inside the school itself. Now she would be staying until the Triwizard tournament was over. She wasn’t sure how she should feel about it. She assumed normal teenagers would be happy to be in a new beautiful place; to have a chance to meet new people and explore a new area. Brianna was terrified.
All of the students from Salem were here…along with all the other schools from around the world. Her stomach turning into knots as her thoughts grew darker on the bleak possibly of what might unfold the next few weeks. With all the new faces around, they would need something to talk about. She was the hot topic back home. The rumors have consumed her life, twisted her image into something ugly. She did not want the same to happen here…with all these other people turning her into a joke or form of entertainment. She would have no where to go once she graduates from Salem…
Soft music played from the small stereo as Brianna sat at her vanity. Her piercing blue eyes staring back at her with a hint of sadness. Her face nude, fresh from a hot shower as she held a towel in place around her. The mixer was tonight. It would be a terrible idea to go out there. She let out a heavy sigh as her face fell into the palms of her hands. She felt the need to cry, her soul ached for it. The sadness was too much sometimes. For years, she held in the loneliness and sorrow. She carried around the large target on her back as the others relentlessly tore her down. There were nights were she could not take it and all of her raw emotions burst out of her in screams and tears but they were rare now that she has gotten use to it all. There are moments though, when she sits and thinks about it, that those grim feelings sneak up on her.
Slowly, she lifted her head up and dropped her hands on her lap. Her eyes looking back into the mirror while she blinked her burning eyes. She refused to let them get to her tonight. She had to make a stand, and tonight would be a good night to start. Maybe she would actually be able to meet someone new…maybe a friend. And if they choice to believe the rumors about her and turn their backs, she didn’t need them. Filled with a purpose, she threw back her shoulder with a new found confidence.
She spent the next half hour throwing on make-up and fixing up her hair so it had a nice flow of waves. She went to her bags and pulled out a cute outfit that her cousin helped her pick out. She slipped into her faded skinny jean, threw on a long tank, pulled on a cardigan with a little belt to hold it all into place. It was a simple outfit but she loved it. The cardigan brought out the blue of her eyes, or so said her cousin. She slid into her knee high boots, and she let out a nervous exhale as she looked at the door.
“Now or never”
She took her time getting to the grand hall where the party was taking place. Her nerves making her feel like she was going to be sick at any moment. Her attention focused on her breathing and making sure she did not fall on her face. She could not delay any longer. Her long legs carrying her into the hall. The room was filled with everyone from everywhere. The eyes of familiar faces landed on her and the panic started to rise. Her confidence fading quickly as their eyes lingered. Quickly, she went to a nearby table that showcased a large bowl of punch, turning her back on them. Her hands shaking as she poured a ladle of juice into an empty cup. ‘Now what’ she thought to herself.
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