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Penelope Sky
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Delynn Kierny, an obsessive compulsive, baby faced thirteen year old trapped in a sixteen year old's body, loved nothing more than a good romance. So, naturally, Valentine's Day, the one holiday where romance took center stage, was her absolute favorite day of the year, second to none. Ever since she began her high school experience at Westfield, a place she considered very non romance friendly, the girl, hopeless in her endeavor for true love, scorned the school for its lack of Valentine's Day celebration, so, tonight, on the 14th exactly, she planned to change that - at her own home, large enough for a well kept house party, she would host the first Valentine's Day Dance kids at Westfield have ever been invited to. Her parents were away on a three day trip, although they were aware of her party, so she and her mischievious little brother, Caderyn, had the available space, time, and money to host the best party their city had ever seen, fit with a dance king and queen, elegant decor, and a exuberant DJ to keep things lively, or, in the spirit of true romance, slowed down when the moment is right.
The dance was ready to begin. Starting at 6pm, with fancy attire required, and ending at 10, for Westfield kids,and anyone else who decided to show up. The dance, Delynn hoped, would be classy but fun, without much ruckus, but definitely a lot of romance. Slightly naive she was for thinking a high a school party could be anything but wild, but Delynn was undeniably the orderly type, and believed, despite the rowdy nature of her peers, that other students were just as conscientious, if not more than, her. So, with a small smile plastered across her deciptively child like, chubby face, she waited by the door in good posture, excited for the arrival of the first few students pouring in as her brother, at the tender age of 14, continued laying Delynn's homemade snacks on the trays out in the living room.
This,Delynn hoped, would be a night to remember
The dance was ready to begin. Starting at 6pm, with fancy attire required, and ending at 10, for Westfield kids,and anyone else who decided to show up. The dance, Delynn hoped, would be classy but fun, without much ruckus, but definitely a lot of romance. Slightly naive she was for thinking a high a school party could be anything but wild, but Delynn was undeniably the orderly type, and believed, despite the rowdy nature of her peers, that other students were just as conscientious, if not more than, her. So, with a small smile plastered across her deciptively child like, chubby face, she waited by the door in good posture, excited for the arrival of the first few students pouring in as her brother, at the tender age of 14, continued laying Delynn's homemade snacks on the trays out in the living room.
This,Delynn hoped, would be a night to remember