Shelby P., 9th Grade
Red
It’s about 5 and I suddenly realize that I have no idea what I’m dressing for. In a slightly panicked mood, I call him.
Drew picks up immediately.
“Hello?” He sounds occupied but gives his full attention to me once he hears my voice.
“Hey, it’s Bea. I was wondering how I should dress. Is it casual, semi-fancy, or really fancy?”
“Umm. I’d go with really fancy.” My mind goes in a myriad of different directions. I have always been a curious person.
“Okay… Where are we going?” I say desperately. I have always been a curious person.
“Ya no way.” He said quickly.
“Ugh fine, just know that I will be very unhappy until I find out.”
“Not my problem, and I thought girls like mystery?”
“Not this girl!”
“Well you certainly aren’t like many other girls.” I blush through the other end.
“Is seven still good?” He says breaking the short silence.
“I suppose.” I say jokingly.
“Great see you then.”
“Bye.” I hang up and set my phone on my bed.
I walk into my large bathroom, and bend over the sink. I wash my day makeup off and rinse my face. Walking over to my grey vintage vanity, I anxious, nervous, and excited all at the same time. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I squint my eyes and smile. I apply my night makeup making it a little bit more dramatic than it was earlier today.
In my silk robe, I go into my closet. I spin around a few times going through my wardrobe. I need something
that represents who I am perfectly. My fingers find a long red dress. It has three-quarter length sleeves and long silver lines swerving different directions going up and down the dress. Simple and elegant with a pop of color. I pair it with silver heels and mint earrings.
I sit down at my vanity again and curl my hair into a side-swept do. I put the outfit on and look in the full-length wall mirror in my closet. Perfect.
At exactly seven I glance out the window to see if Drew is here yet. I see him standing outside of a black limousine. Wow. Is that really necessary?
I walk out of the revolving doors and I’m pretty sure I’m walking on clouds. Drew smiles, looking me up and down.“Hey.” He seems in awe, which seems a little strange to me. No one had ever really looked at me like this. I look down with the right corner of my lip tugging slightly up. I often feel embarrassed when all of the attention is on me. I love it though.
The limo comes to a stop and the door swings open. I am looking at a beautiful red carpet and cameras flashing.
“Who are you?” I say with amazement. He must be someone important. I have been to a few galas, but nothing like this. I had only ever seen these on television.
I step out one leg at a time and wait for Drew next to the driver holding the door. He gets out and tucks his right hand in front of him making a perfect hole for my hand to be placed. Replying to his gesture, I do what is expected of
me; my hand fits perfectly in the nook of his elbow.
I look up at him and smile. I couldn’t help it. This was crazy me… here? This must be a dream.
Photographers snap picture of us walking down the crimson runner. We pose for them as if we doing them a favor. When it felt like they were doing me one.
He looks down at me and I feel his stare, so I return the glance and smirk showing him how unbelievable I think this is.
We continue to glide on our way to the opening of the grand building. We pose one last time with about 100 feet left.
Drew puts his hand on my shoulder waking up my bare skin. I’m suddenly very aware of every single inch of his hand on my skin. He is now standing mostly behind me as he whispers, “Run.”
It’s about 5 and I suddenly realize that I have no idea what I’m dressing for. In a slightly panicked mood, I call him.
Drew picks up immediately.
“Hello?” He sounds occupied but gives his full attention to me once he hears my voice.
“Hey, it’s Bea. I was wondering how I should dress. Is it casual, semi-fancy, or really fancy?”
“Umm. I’d go with really fancy.” My mind goes in a myriad of different directions. I have always been a curious person.
“Okay… Where are we going?” I say desperately. I have always been a curious person.
“Ya no way.” He said quickly.
“Ugh fine, just know that I will be very unhappy until I find out.”
“Not my problem, and I thought girls like mystery?”
“Not this girl!”
“Well you certainly aren’t like many other girls.” I blush through the other end.
“Is seven still good?” He says breaking the short silence.
“I suppose.” I say jokingly.
“Great see you then.”
“Bye.” I hang up and set my phone on my bed.
I walk into my large bathroom, and bend over the sink. I wash my day makeup off and rinse my face. Walking over to my grey vintage vanity, I anxious, nervous, and excited all at the same time. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I squint my eyes and smile. I apply my night makeup making it a little bit more dramatic than it was earlier today.
In my silk robe, I go into my closet. I spin around a few times going through my wardrobe. I need something
that represents who I am perfectly. My fingers find a long red dress. It has three-quarter length sleeves and long silver lines swerving different directions going up and down the dress. Simple and elegant with a pop of color. I pair it with silver heels and mint earrings.
I sit down at my vanity again and curl my hair into a side-swept do. I put the outfit on and look in the full-length wall mirror in my closet. Perfect.
At exactly seven I glance out the window to see if Drew is here yet. I see him standing outside of a black limousine. Wow. Is that really necessary?
I walk out of the revolving doors and I’m pretty sure I’m walking on clouds. Drew smiles, looking me up and down.“Hey.” He seems in awe, which seems a little strange to me. No one had ever really looked at me like this. I look down with the right corner of my lip tugging slightly up. I often feel embarrassed when all of the attention is on me. I love it though.
The limo comes to a stop and the door swings open. I am looking at a beautiful red carpet and cameras flashing.
“Who are you?” I say with amazement. He must be someone important. I have been to a few galas, but nothing like this. I had only ever seen these on television.
I step out one leg at a time and wait for Drew next to the driver holding the door. He gets out and tucks his right hand in front of him making a perfect hole for my hand to be placed. Replying to his gesture, I do what is expected of
me; my hand fits perfectly in the nook of his elbow.
I look up at him and smile. I couldn’t help it. This was crazy me… here? This must be a dream.
Photographers snap picture of us walking down the crimson runner. We pose for them as if we doing them a favor. When it felt like they were doing me one.
He looks down at me and I feel his stare, so I return the glance and smirk showing him how unbelievable I think this is.
We continue to glide on our way to the opening of the grand building. We pose one last time with about 100 feet left.
Drew puts his hand on my shoulder waking up my bare skin. I’m suddenly very aware of every single inch of his hand on my skin. He is now standing mostly behind me as he whispers, “Run.”