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 The World Around Us Is Burning, Riley McNinch | The Bonfire
Violetta Jones
 Posted: Jun 28 2016, 01:26 AM
Violetta Jones
Single and LOVING IT.
When she walks, her footsteps sing a RECKLESS SERENADE.
No. Read the app.
No Special Ability

Halloween. One would think that with the opportunities the holiday provided, Violetta would be more than happy to attend the bonfire party at school. That, however, was not the case.

Adjusting the hem of her dress, Vi walked down the corridors in search of someone familiar. That meant about more than half of the people in her path, but none that she could actually walk to the party with. Their smiling faces and lovey eyes only told Vi that she was better off alone rather than to third-wheel any of her classmates. She pulled on the fabric to cover up the back of her thighs, her grandmother's screaming already in the back of her mind - "That's too short, Violetta! Do you expect anyone to respect you?". Thank the heavens for grandparents, yeah? It was in fact that very reason that Vi had dreaded the moment her grandmama found out about the Bonfire. As soon as fuckin' Primrose dropped the news, Vi had been bombarded with questions about the celebration. Was she going with anyone? Unlikely. Did she want to go with anyone? (In other words, was there any chance that she would end up next to a stranger the next morning) Even more unlikely. Was she going to choose her own costume or would her dearest mama have to send it from home? Well, there was no arguing with the wrinkled woman. Her grandmother had sent in a dress a little too long for Vi's liking, but with the magic of a spell she had managed to raise the hem up enough...except she hadn't measured the dress while wearing it, had simply done it by impulse, and now she found that it fit a little higher than she wanted it to.

Pulling on the dress once more, Violetta took a deep breath. No, it would be fine. It would be fantastic. She had fucked up the dress, she was going to find someone who could mend it - someone like Riley - and then she would be alright. Yes. That was a perfect plan. Besides, it wasn't like anyone would know what she was supposed to be - so far, her roommate had guessed a female version of Peter Pan - and she was absolutely right. A more aesthetic version, of course. A black dress her grandmother had owned had been carefully decorated with embroided flowers, birds and leaves - a dress that Violetta had loved, aside from the length. What kind of teenage girl would wear a dress that reached her ankles on a warm October night? Not her, that's for sure.

As her eyes caught glimpses of the bonfire, among the multitude of people, specks of fire flickering around, contouring their faces, Violetta forgot about her dress entirely. Everyone looked...fantastic. This side of the celebration seemed to be mostly crowded by the older students, and although the one person she did have a sort of thing for was not around, her eyes scanned the faces in search of Riley's. That tall, slender boy could pass off as a pixie and nobody would notice the difference. As she stood outside the circle, watching the faces around her, Violetta felt a very small, very delicate, tug on her sleeve.

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