Jealousy

Oh yes, I'm so very happy for you. Incredibly. He's really very hot. And yes your new haircut is fabulous. I know I know I know that you know that someone will come along for me soon. I appreciate your faith. Really.


Except that I sort of feel like killing you.


Oh, and you. You. You who I swore I'd never speak to again.

I wanna talk to you.

At least I've cleaned up my desk.

Cinderella did not like her ball.

Rather unfortunate, says I.

But my feet hurt, I had that damn Under 21 stamp that meant I could only be in two rooms, and it wasn't a ball so much as a drunken party.

I never met that handsome stranger.

"And the last dance girl

in her first dance swirl

lays her head down on the wooden floor

won't be dancing anymore..."

--The Fratellis, Milk and Money

Why hello there.

It's lovely to meet you.


My name is Rose.


One day i'm either going to be a world-famous singer, a renowned neurologist, or a high-class hooker. Not sure what, yet.


We'll see how it plays out.


Or, and this would be preferable, an ambassador to Earth, travelling the universe with a handsome young man in a blue police phone box.


I don't know what I'm going to be, just yet. I only know what I am.


And what I am today is a young lady who's going to a ball tomorrow. A ball to commemorate the inauguration of historic president Barack Obama.


What will you be? :-)