YONG-YUT SOMSRI
SCENE:
Coming In Hot
TIME:
October 9th, 2009
LOCATION:
YY and Vulken's high school, South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Lyric, Vulken, YY
Coming In Hot
Her hands met behind her back, holding one another, seeking comfort in each other. Her upper back pressed against the closed bleachers as she stood on her heels, which were slid half a foot away from the wall.
Silver eyes scanned the gym-now-dance floor. They reflected the blue and purple lights like a mirror.
Other kids were happy to be here. They were chattering and dancing away, having about as good a time as they could.
Yong-Yut, in contrast, was having about as bad of a time as possible.
For one, she was just awkwardly standing alone. No one she knew had acknowledged her, especially not the girl Yong-Yut had broken up with just the week before, who Yong-Yut had been staring down from the spot she stood at. She thought they’d broken up amicably— but apparently the girl thought otherwise.
Secondly, the music and voices were loud; so loud, in fact, that Yong-Yut could barely hear her own thoughts. That, combined with the multicolored lights shining above the crowd, made for an overstimulating experience.
Thirdly, Yong-Yut didn’t even want to be here in the first place. This year, just like every year before it, Yong-Yut was made to come here by her mother.
At least she got a cute outfit out of it.
Her hands pulled away from each other to meet in front of her, grabbing onto her bow-tie and tugging to adjust it.
The girl she was staring at had finally noticed, making eye contact with her across the gym. Yong-Yut flinched, looking away.
Her eyes found a new target: the unmistakable red hair that was still remarkably bright despite the contrasting lights overhead.
Menace. What was he doing here?
…
Oh, right. School dance.
With a low hum, or maybe groan, her eyes shifted away. Out of all the people she knew, he was definitely low on the list of who she wanted to notice her.
Yong-Yut slowly turned around to face the bleachers. Her head tapped against them. Her eyes closed shut.
She was already getting a migraine…
Silver eyes scanned the gym-now-dance floor. They reflected the blue and purple lights like a mirror.
Other kids were happy to be here. They were chattering and dancing away, having about as good a time as they could.
Yong-Yut, in contrast, was having about as bad of a time as possible.
For one, she was just awkwardly standing alone. No one she knew had acknowledged her, especially not the girl Yong-Yut had broken up with just the week before, who Yong-Yut had been staring down from the spot she stood at. She thought they’d broken up amicably— but apparently the girl thought otherwise.
Secondly, the music and voices were loud; so loud, in fact, that Yong-Yut could barely hear her own thoughts. That, combined with the multicolored lights shining above the crowd, made for an overstimulating experience.
Thirdly, Yong-Yut didn’t even want to be here in the first place. This year, just like every year before it, Yong-Yut was made to come here by her mother.
At least she got a cute outfit out of it.
Her hands pulled away from each other to meet in front of her, grabbing onto her bow-tie and tugging to adjust it.
The girl she was staring at had finally noticed, making eye contact with her across the gym. Yong-Yut flinched, looking away.
Her eyes found a new target: the unmistakable red hair that was still remarkably bright despite the contrasting lights overhead.
Menace. What was he doing here?
…
Oh, right. School dance.
With a low hum, or maybe groan, her eyes shifted away. Out of all the people she knew, he was definitely low on the list of who she wanted to notice her.
Yong-Yut slowly turned around to face the bleachers. Her head tapped against them. Her eyes closed shut.
She was already getting a migraine…
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