Hi! It's me again, Blaize! Hope you'll like this short story! Please remember to Read and Review!
I was once 200 pounds; but now, I am not.
I was once a girl who is afraid of the camera lights; but now, I am not.
I was once a girl who is isolated. And I still was, until the moment I stepped into this ballroom.
With no male to accompany me to this special occasion, my high school graduation day, I stepped on the glittery white high heels that I had never tried on before. Heels had never suited my plump feet, but now, they are.
I wore a white cocktail dress of a plain design and put on a light make-up. Everything about me was plain and plain. I just knew that no one will notice me. Just like how school ended a few months ago. Everyone will treat me like air, not the oxygen that they needed, but carbon dioxide that they foresee.
I walked down the red carpet to where the ballroom was, almost tripping over as I cursed my high heels. High heels are still not suited for me, I guess.
Trying my best to balance myself, I stood on my toes firm and entered the room. As I thought, everyone's attention was not me. Even my classmates; I doubt they even knew my name and that I existed. So, my weight wasn't what it all matters. Is it my character? Do I have a gloomy look? Or a dull look? I took out a mirror from my purse and tried different facial expressions. Well, none succeeded.
I literally jumped up when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I spun around awkwardly and faced a boy. Hang on, cancel that. I mean, Leon Colie. That freakin' Leon Colie is saying 'Hey!' to me! LEON COLIE! Wait, did he added an exclamation mark or two? Whatever! Its Leon Colie! Our school's most WANTED guy and the guy I had a crush on for so many freaking years!
I held on to my breath and exhaled it slowly, feeling my whole body relaxed a little. But the fact that Leon is here talking to me is just too much to bear! Somebody, water please! I need to cool down the fire that is burning my cheeks.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Well, that totally broke my heart. Sure, I had slimmed down a little during the holidays but we had been classmates for three years! And he is now asking me for my name. Funny. *with sarcasm.
"Lucinda Joles, Lucy," I said, shaking his out stretched hand.
"You're from what class? I haven't seen you around before," he said.
WTF?! 'I haven't seen you around before'?! I had been your classmate for many years!
"Erm… I am from…"
But the person on stage with a mike broke my train of thoughts, interrupting my speech.
"A very very good evening to all of you! I am Mark and I will be your host for tonight! Well, enjoy yourself tonight and you know what kids? DANCE TILL YOU CAN'T!" he ended his speech as the famous song, Call me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson began to rock the ballroom. Everyone went berserk and danced in the sudden darkness. Only the stage was bright.
My eyes lit up and Leon might have noticed that.
"You like it?"
I nodded my head to his question.
"You know how to dance?"
I nodded awkwardly. "I know how to pole-dance…"
He smirked and pushed me towards the stage.
"What are you doing?!" I screamed.
"Dance all you want up there, Lucy! The stage is going to be all yours!" he said. True enough, when I got up to the stage, every girl stood behind. This was all Leon's impact.
"Restart the song please! Just the tune will do!" Leon shouted to the DJ.
And the tune came ringing and shaking the whole ballroom.
I held on to the mike and started singing in a soft, awkward voice. I clutched onto the hem of my skirt, feeling uneasy when I suddenly became the spotlight.
But, this was what I dreamt for, a day when I could be seen and recognized as Lucinda but not the Fat Girl.
"Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?" I sung out, clinging on to the metal pole and danced the song out, as if I was saying everything to Leon.
In the midst of a thousand of people, he was still the most outstanding one. When the song ended, everyone cheered; he too, cheered.
"That's a wonderful song!" a voice from behind said with a mike. "Darling, come. Tell us your name, babe," he said.
"So, Lucy. You looked so emotional when you sing the song. Who was it for?" Mark asked again.
I scanned the audience below and replied firmly.
With that one short sentence, he flew up on stage and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Everyone held their breath.
"I was waiting for that sentence for three whole years, tablemate," he said. And everyone cheered like a paid crowd. I looked into his eyes and kissed him hard.
So, all along, there was one person who knew that I existed.