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Post by Jackson Smith on Feb 23, 2014 17:17:05 GMT -6
It was pretty funny, to be honest. Most times when the school had a dance, Jackson would force himself to go over reading or doing something else. If he didn't turn up, people would ask where he had been the next day, they would tell him that it wasn't as much fun without him (and he only knew this from experience - he was in no way bragging). And for once, there was a dance that he could avoid going to, because everyone was wearing masks. So if anyone asked, he'd say he was there; it was unlikely that you'd be able to recognize someone with their face partially, or completely, covered. So he practically had an alibi!
So the big question was, why was he wearing a suit? He could be chilling out for once, at home. He could play on his DS or something, write on his blog, and instead he was going to this dance. He even had a mask - it was a replicate of the Phantom of the Opera mask... what? No-one was going to recognize his, so he could nerd out on his musical love for one night.
Maybe he was going because of habit... or curiosity of some sort. All the same, Jackson found himself stepping out of the safe threshold of his house and into the night.
He walked to the school, braving the brisk air with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. Once he was inside, the warmer air wafted over him and the contrast made him shiver. He had a kind of plan - to be mysterious. It was a bit stupid and cheesy, yes. But so was he as a human being, so that was nothing new.
Jackson strolled around casually, already showing a difference from normal, where he would have found his buddies by now and they would be mucking around, pulling pranks or something. This time, he could be who he was in front of all of his peers, and not feel detached, but still be part of many.
He held high hopes for the night, as he leant up against a nearby wall. This was going to be great.
So the big question was, why was he wearing a suit? He could be chilling out for once, at home. He could play on his DS or something, write on his blog, and instead he was going to this dance. He even had a mask - it was a replicate of the Phantom of the Opera mask... what? No-one was going to recognize his, so he could nerd out on his musical love for one night.
Maybe he was going because of habit... or curiosity of some sort. All the same, Jackson found himself stepping out of the safe threshold of his house and into the night.
He walked to the school, braving the brisk air with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. Once he was inside, the warmer air wafted over him and the contrast made him shiver. He had a kind of plan - to be mysterious. It was a bit stupid and cheesy, yes. But so was he as a human being, so that was nothing new.
Jackson strolled around casually, already showing a difference from normal, where he would have found his buddies by now and they would be mucking around, pulling pranks or something. This time, he could be who he was in front of all of his peers, and not feel detached, but still be part of many.
He held high hopes for the night, as he leant up against a nearby wall. This was going to be great.
