The Painful Fun

All I could remember was the long line of over dressed people standing before me, and sliding past them to get the very front. Once we entered, I saw faces I never saw before. Once we entered the building, we found some people who look cute, and others that just terrible (And I meant just terrible).  Though shortly after we enter, we were asked to wait in line for another hour until we could enter the ballroom. All I could feel was the sharp pain from my 1.5 inch heels. Rather than standing in line, my friends and I ran off to line up for the photo booth. I felt a sharp pain continuously stabbing my lower abdomen, and my feet stinging. Good thing the photos came out nicely, but god I look scary. We finally entered the ballroom and were seated down. My friends and I devoured the food like hungry beast (Okay, to be exact I meant quickly). Shortly after we ran out to take more pictures, and there I met my cousin standing there (All I felt was the urge to punch him) beside his girlfriend. My friends and I entered the photo booth again, taking silly photos out of boredom of standing in line for an hour. After that we ran back inside the ballroom, hid our things, and ran to the dance floor. It was hot and heavy. The only thing you could hear was the music, and see sexual couples all over (I would not be surprised if one happen to be doing it right in the middle of the dance floor). Though we are supposedly good girls, we join them just we had to dance we each other. Then a friend and I slipped out desiring air. We ended up sitting at the bar listening the soothing  music being played on the piano. In the end, we ran back to the dance floor and threw ourselves away to the music forgetting that tomorrow will never come. -.-

Maybe next year I’ll try again, but I want flats. ;D

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