"Oh my god!" I scream. Our social studies teacher looks up from his desk, giving us s tern look. "Dude, it's not a big deal." says Cinna, trying to calm me down. "Not a big deal!? Your outfit is beautiful!" I grab the piece of paper from their hand, showing them the drawing they drew of their outfit for the dance. "Look at it!" I yell, shoving the paper in their face. "I know. I drew it." On the paper is a drawing of a blazer and tuxedo shorts, classy yet casual, fancy but comfy. "I can't wait to see it in person." I say wistfully. "Well, we're getting ready together. You'll see it in about 6 hours." "That's too long!" "Whomp whomp. And I'm actually excited to see your's too. What's it look like?" "Well, it's nothing special." I say, trying to seem nonchalant. "Well then tell me anyways." "No really, it's just a dress." "No, I actually want to know." I look at them. "Well, then. It as a strapless ruched tube top on the top and then a mini bubble skort on the bottom with a slight pleat and it's white with medium sized blue flowers and oh my god I LOVE IT!!!" "OK. Well I'll see you later." they say, trying to get away from me and out to snack. "See you!"
