Since Writing Fiction is going so well I've decided to change my blog up a little. There will now we short, but not slight, writings based on writing exercises and assignments from class posted on Fridays. Hope you enjoy it! Give me some feed back too!
Her lips were painted crimson and her hair was curled and loosely pinned up. She wore a little black dress with bright red high heels she borrowed from her mom. It was the first time she had a date for a dance. She was dropped off at 6:45 pm so she could meet him. When she realized that he had not arrived on time, she was disappointed. She thought that she had invited Mr. Right, the guy who is always on time as well as dashing and intelligent. She figured he might be the type to be fashionably late, so he might be there a few minutes after the agreed upon time. She gave him five more minutes, she was hopeful. Slowly, her hope dwindled and was almost gone after waiting for fifteen more minutes. It was now 7:06 pm and he was still not there. The dance had started at 7 pm. A tear ran down her cheek leaving a trail of mascara that she had put on according to the guidelines of Seventeen Magazine. She decided not to wait any longer and went in, without a date by her side. She joined a cluster of her friends on the dance floor and tried to dance the night away as best as she could but she knew it would take more than three hours of dancing in the middle school gym to forget that she had been stood up by tall, dark and handsome, Drew Tyler. She had been in love with him since 6th grade, or so she thought anyways.
She went home that night devastated that it had not gone according to plan. She walked in the door and kicked the bright red heals off that left blisters on her feet before she made her way into the kitchen to get the Rocky Road ice cream out of the freezer. Her mother tried asking her what was wrong and instead of talking about it she shrugged her shoulders and stormed up the stairs. Immediately she logged into her instant messenger.
Username, crzygrl<3, password, starlover12.
She scanned the list of her online friends, the list was short. Marlene, her table partner from algebra, was on and so was Jordan, he played soccer with Drew. She had seen Marlene at the dance so she had plenty of things to discuss with her like Veronica O’Malley’s itty-bitty dress and Kevin Connor’s date. Everyone suspected that it was his second cousin. She hadn’t seen Jordan since their History class first hour with Mr. Fink. She asked Jordan if he went to the dance and he had no response. So while she waited for a response from Jordan she continued her conversations with Marlene.
After the gossiping ran dry she poured her soul out to Marlene about the horror of the night. She knew where Drew had been that night because of a conversation she overheard Drew and Jordan having during English the day before. They were reading Romeo and Juliet and neither of them cared to listen to Mrs. Fiskum’s drone on about Mercutio’s death. Marlene didn’t have the heart to tell her what she knew though. Marlene knew it would break her poor heart if she found out why she had been stood up.
About an hour after she had sent Jordan a message he finally responded. She had been listening to the radio and removing the red nail polish she carefully painted on her fingernails before the dance. She heard the instant message notification and sprang up from the odd cross-legged position she was sitting in.
Soccerboy16:how was the dance??
Crzygrl<3:just fine I guess. Drew didn’t show up
Soccerboy16:uhhh
Soccerboy16:that’s too bad I guess
Crzygrl<3:yea, I waited for him for a long time too. He was suppose to be early but he wasn’t
Soccerboy16:yea. We’ve been playing video games instead of going to the dance
Crzygrl<3:we?
Soccerboy16:yea after soccer practice drew and I decided to walk to wal-mart and buy the new Madden game.
Crzygrl<3: WHAT? HE’S BEEN AT YOUR HOUSE WITH YOU PLAYING MADDEN? I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I asked him last week if he’d go to the dance with me and he forgot
Soccerboy16:sorry Madison. I thought he would have told you he wasn’t going or something
Crzygrl<3:will you please pass along the message that I never want to speak to him again and I am not returning his soccer hoodie.
She was absolutely devastated. She thought that she had invited the right guy, thought that if he didn’t show up it had to be for good reason but no, Drew Tyler blew her off to play Madden ’04.
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