It's Friday.
The day of the Ball.
The Masquerade Ball.
After school, Alyssa and I go straight back to my house for dressing up for the event. Samantha, our parents' other friends' daughter, joins us too.
"This would be the best way to enjoy your senior year," Alyssa says, getting out of the car after I pull the car into my garage. "Parties and sparkly dresses...oooo..." Aly squeals.
I nod, getting out too.
"Hey, guys…" we stop, when we hear a familiar voice, and a familiar face comes up into our sight. We smile as she smiles back.
"Samantha."
"Sammy Dougherty." Alyssa and I say, together. We look at each other, smiling and then at her and rush toward her to hug her.
"Look at you girls, all grown up and looking pretty." She cooed breaking the hug and winks.
"Yep, and breakin
