The invitation list included everyone enrolled to live and learn at this place. I found little pleasure in anything here but looking at Rora Jinson. She was the prettiest girl in school.
I would’ve given my right arm, okay… left arm, to take her to this year’s dance. Unfortunately, administration had other plans, a goal to boost the self-esteem of the girls. They were to wear their all-black hooded gowns that flowed to the ankles, inched up the neckline and covered their wrists. The males were instructed to sport the same tux as always, our hair slicked back, a tie, and the hideous cummerbund.
It was creepy when they introduced the charade mask for the females, making it next to impossible to locate Rora.
The ugliest girl in school could end up twirling the night away with the most popular boy around, that was the idea, and to make things worse, the guys had to choose the girl.
“Hello.” Rora answered the phone, first ring.
I swallowed hard. “Rora, George Flin here.” I spoke fast. “I had every intention on asking you to this year’s ball, until those in charge made other plans.”
Rora sighed.
I imagined her twirling her hair around her pointer finger, knowing why I called.
“I will draw a red triangle on my neck, George. Be first in line.” Rora said before abruptly hanging up.
I fought Tommy Hughes for line leader. “Yeah, what? Boyyyyy!” My superpowered push sent him flying to the ground.
I straightened my jacket, strutted in, and stared blankly at the line of girls against the wall, all of whom had red triangles on their necks.
“Let this be a lesson to all!” Principal Ferrier yelled through a megaphone. “You never know what you’re getting, look for beauty on the inside!”
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