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[b][i][color=8882be]Burn a hole through the plastic crowd
Because I've been trying to find the way out
Its so confusing but never amusing
Sweet smiles in the aftermath
Turn and whispering behind my back
I need an ally to guard the nighttime
Someone to keep me from these crazies[/color][/I][/b][/center][hr][hr]

[color=8882be]"Drab, awful, horrible... gag,"[/color] Dakota said lazily, browsing through her closet looking for the perfect thing to wear to the gathering. Granted everything she owned, she had hand selected, she still insisted on calling it all ugly until she found the right thing. She had been at it for roughly fifteen minutes before stumbling across the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/e2/a2/f1e2a25eb0a889132c7ee1e53526f8ff.jpg]perfect dress.[/url] It was a pretty little number that fit snuggly, but not so tight it suffocated her. Settling for a matching pair of [url=http://productshots1.modcloth.net/productshots/0149/3659/0f46722fa35e40ce5459245c6a4bd07f.jpg?1416602626]black heels[/url] she would gather her purse, phone and keys before making her way to the car. Most of the other kids would have their parents accompany them. Dakota's, as usual, were away on business. It didn't bother her, however. Once you had lived a certain way for so long, you got used to it. She checked her bright red lipstick in the mirror before turning on the ignition to begin her short journey. 

Arriving, she would see that she was perhaps a little late to the party, as the parking lot was already mostly filled with people. She began to wonder why she even came here, seeing as none of her close friends were making an entrance. The truth was, she really didn't know. The best she could figure is that perhaps she wanted the 'full' high school experience. Walking through the door, Dakota would squeeze by the Bishop twins and their small crowd, grumbling something about how it was rude to block entrances. Walking over to the punch bowl, filling herself a glass, and turning, Dakota would wrinkle her nose out of frustration and disgust. Literally no one she liked was here, and the faces she did see, well... she'd rather be dead than force herself to socialize with any of them.