Gossip Girl
The room's packed and bustling. Some are dancing outrageously to the loud music. Some are drinking punch or eating chips. Some are laughing out loud and talking nonsense, not giving a damn about the world.
And then there's you.
You're seated at a lonely corner, accompanied by your close confidante -- a rather silly being who mirrors what you're doing. You're sitting rather stiffly, as if you're sitting on a rather hard chair. Your legs are crossed together, mirroring the seating style of a royal queen. Your crimson lips are curled into a nasty scowl. Your nostrils are flared in disgust, as though there's some foul odour lingering in the air.
Your hooded eyes fall on a girl giggling like a little schoolchild. Her hair is tied messily into a bun and she's wearing a sparkling little black dress. She's listening to a highly entertaining story told by a rather handsome young man, along with her group of friends.
"What does he see in them?"…
You're seated at a lonely corner, accompanied by your close confidante -- a rather silly being who mirrors what you're doing. You're sitting rather stiffly, as if you're sitting on a rather hard chair. Your legs are crossed together, mirroring the seating style of a royal queen. Your crimson lips are curled into a nasty scowl. Your nostrils are flared in disgust, as though there's some foul odour lingering in the air.
Your hooded eyes fall on a girl giggling like a little schoolchild. Her hair is tied messily into a bun and she's wearing a sparkling little black dress. She's listening to a highly entertaining story told by a rather handsome young man, along with her group of friends.
"What does he see in them?"…