(Unofficial Title) Costume Changes

Preface

Veronica

His look was creepy and it was easy for me to tell, he was a street kid. Like I had been so many years ago. As though we were the only two people in the room. His eyes were narrowed and shining with unknown secrets. The only thing I knew at that moment; I had no idea who this man was, but he wasn’t on the guest list, and he was up to no good.

I slowly tried to make my way over to him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as I was weaving my way through the unnoticing dancers. But my dress was way too big and seemed to be falling everywhere around me and I couldn’t control it, and I certainly didn’t expect Dylan to be there the next minute, tapping on my shoulder.

I spun around to face him, faster then I should have, but still was mad that I was forced into coming to this party, and kept forgetting I was in a dress.

Somewhere during my little turn though, I somehow managed to hit the table beside me, and succeeded in knocking over the punch bowl, and to make matters worse; I slipped and then feel into the messy spilled punch, ruin my dress.

But my dress wasn’t exactly my first priority though, finding the street kid was much more important, but when I glanced up to where he was, that spot was filled with dancers but he was gone...

Chapter One

Veronica Bryson

I pulled the thick envelope from the mail box on my way in the door, glancing through it quickly, I was surprised to see one addressed to me. I hadn’t really got any mail, that’s why I had a cell phone, so I wouldn’t waste any paper. Not that I talked to anyone here on it, I mainly talked to my foster family, they were after all the ones who got it for me.

Sitting in the seat of the car with my feet hanging out I ripped open the letter, without bothering to see who it was from.

Veronica Bryson,

You are cordially invited to attend the ball of Miss Gina Call. It will be held the night of December 14, starting at five O’clock. There will be dancing, and entertainment. Dinner will be served at eight O’clock that evening.

It will be held in the front hall of Miss Gina Call’s mansion, which is located at the very top of Avery’s hill, we sincerely hope that you will attend.

Thank you,

The Staff.

I made a face, after reading the letter, I wasn’t exactly friends with Gina Call. The entire letter seemed to be way to fancy for the little town that we lived in, the paper was all flowery and there was sheer sheets of paper over that, and even the letter was way over the top.

But it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard of Gina’s over the top themed parties, I’d just never been invited to one before. And I’d never really wanted to go to one either, they seemed stupid and childish to me.

I guess she didn’t really give much time for people to decide if they wanted to go, the party was set for tonight. Maybe that was because she didn’t want people to get some sense knocked into there heads and not go, maybe do something productive instead.

I sighed, standing up I walked to the house, there was a note taped to the door; Helena, Veronica, James, Peter, A client called, she needs me to go and vouch for her, I’ll be back later, cook yourself dinner if I’m not here by seven.

It was only three, I definitely had time to dispose of this letter and pretend I didn’t get it at all, and then maybe I wouldn’t have to go. I pulled the key out of my pocket and opened the door. “I’m home,” I yelled. There wasn’t any answer, but that was some huge surprise.

Heading into the kitchen, I threw the remaining mail onto the counter careless, kicking the counter when half of it slid off. I bent down and heard the door click open, expecting it to be Helena, Peter, or James I yelled a quick hello and straightened up, replacing the mail on the counter.

But instead neither of them came in, instead it was my foster mother Sarah, “Did your client get done with shooting either?” I asked, Sarah was an actress, she promoted companies and vouched for them.

“Yeah,” she said. Then reaching over to look at the mail she picked it up. “Garbage, garbage, garbage, more garbage... what’s this?” And then, much to my horror, she held up the torn open envelope that still held the invitation to Gina’s stupid ball.

She pulled out the invitation and read it slowly, it looked like she read it more then once too. I slumped in to the chair nearest her, and slowly let my head fall into my hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen at all.

“I think you should go!” She exclaimed loudly, I just groaned and glanced up for a fraction of a second. She was smiling and she looked extremely happy, eyes shining and everything.

“I don’t wanna go,” I whined while trying to not sound like a six year old. “Gina doesn’t even like me, the only reason I got invited was because your doing that commercial for her dads company, Helena, Peter, and James all got one too. And if what everyone around here tells me is true, then she kinda has these parties a lot. And this just happens to be the first time any of us have gotton invited to one of these things."

“Nope, Veronica your going, and right now I’m going to go find all of you kids clothes that will fit in just fine with everyone else’s out fits from this period. Trust me, this party will be so great it’ll be fun, and I really think you kids should get out more.”

“Yeah,” I muttered under my breath. “Stupid childish parties will be amazing for us.”

“Did you say something Veronica?” Sarah asked.

“Just that if you’re going to make me go to Gina’s party then I better go finish my homework for school and stuff.” I lied smoothly. Sarah nodded and I took that as my exit cue.

A/N: Am I supposed to make a new topic for the next chapter, or am I just supposed to keep adding onto this thread? Thank you.