Raelin Faith Peterson // female // 15 // All About Showtime
Rae went into her dorm and changed into a pretty red prom dress. She brushed her hair a little more, unsatisfied, then took out the flattening iron and made it perfectly straight. Like she always did, she tried a range of facial expressions to see if they looked okay. Then she brushed her teeth, put her shoes on, and grabbed a bunch of spearmint gum. She leaned against the wall, chewing furiously, until she was positive that her breath smelled minty fresh. Then she spat it in the wastebasket, opened the door, and walked to the dance room. As she entered the door, she paused. What if no one likes me? She wondered, biting her lip. She placed her manicured hand on the door handle and slowly turned the knob. Taking a deep breath, she swung open the door. Thankfully, no one noticed her arrival. She scanned the room, seeing no open tables. Each one was filled with tons of teenagers. Finally, her eyes paused at one table. A boy was sitting at it, alone. A small smile sprouted at the corner of her lips but then quickly disappeared. She hesitantly walked over to the table and sat down, setting her purse on the table. She almost spoke, but the words caught in her throat. She looked at the boy.
Raelin Faith Peterson // female // 15 // All About Showtime
Rae laughed. "That's okay - dances aren't my thing either." She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, then looked up. "I'm Raelin, but all my friends called me Rae, but they aren't here because I moved, so if you want you can call me Raelin but I still prefer Rae, and then sometimes people would call me Faith because thats my middle name and..." She stopped short and looked down. Nice ramble, Rae. She thought to herself. She fingered the ribbons on her dress and looked around at the dance, commenting about the girl's pretty dresses in her mind.