Lu Han (1/2)

"moonlight draws your colours in the dawn,

While the silence in the wind feels like an empty song.

As the rain begins to fall down, like a million tears,

And the heavens shining through the clouds, girl,

I can feel you here..

..See you at the ball - middle of the floor, 11pm, black mask.."

That note was sent 2 weeks ago. A lot can happen in 2 weeks, you realised. In 2 weeks you had managed to buy a princess-worthy dress, start wearing makeup, get clear skin and loose 4kg.

You stare at the love note in your hand and take in a deep sigh. You weren't even planning on going to the ball, but you had to find out who the person sending you sappy love letters was. Thank the lord it's masquerade; no one would want to see someone like you at such a high class event - a freak, that's what you are.

"no one's even going to notice you've changed. You're nothing but a joke to them. Don't get your hopes up tonight," you sternly tell yourself as you stare at the new you in the full-length mirror.

You had to admit - even you hardly recognised yourself. You were.. Beautiful, to say the least.

"Time to go," your mum called from the bottom of the stairs. Yes, your mum was taking you to your first ball.. Alone.. In a dirt-covered ute. Classy.

Stepping inside the done-up hall, you don't know where to look first. Sitting at an abandoned table, you turn your head to the left and slowly make your way around the hall - silver drapes, silver balloons, an orchestra ("High -class for a group of teenagers," you think), and gorgeous ladies accompanied by handsome men.

"10.30pm," you say to yourself as you look at your diamond-encrusted watch (a gift from your parents) for the thousandth time. "I wonder who he could be.." you gaze around the groups of people loitering about.

Could it be one of the jocks? Na, they're too busy shagging the cheerleaders. The scooter faggots? One of the nerds? You shudder at the memory of one of them proudly approaching you and blurting, "You turn my floppy disk into a hard drive."

Your wandering eyes avert over to 12 perfect boys - the EXO boys, to be ever more precise, you were only looking at your favourite of them, Lu Han.

"Na, it definitely wouldn't be one of them," you mumble as the thought of Lu Han picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the janitors closet pops into your head.

You check the time.