Snippet #2346408

Tabitha wasn't paying attention to the limos and people with their formal attire, but rather she looked past them at the background. The trees made unfamiliar patterns that nobody ever seemed to pay attention to. Their shapes always seemed to tell her something. Some days they told her to stay put, and other days they told her to wander free. She was at a very confusing point in her life. Of course, Aunt Catherine and her friends gave easy smiles and advice, saying that she was a smart girl. College would be easy for her. They had absolutely no idea what she was really talking about...

Suddenly, with a loud bang from the window, cold wind rushed into Tabitha's face, blowing her hair in a thousand different directions. Swiftly, she slammed it shut without opening her eyes. When she did open her eyes, she found no trace of the culprit who had opened it. She turned behind her, scanning the sea of teenagers, but nobody was close enough to her that they would be on a list of suspects. Either the person was a great runner, or there was a ghost in the school. Tabitha wasn't willing to accept the latter.

Since she was standing up, she thought she would at least give herself a reason for doing so. Her throat was a little dry, maybe she'd waste time getting a drink of water by the fountain. She put the tassels of her hair back behind her ears, and started to walk across the white tiled floor. She looked back at the sea of people, hoping to find a shortcut across them in order to go to the other side of the room. That's when she saw a peculiar sight.

Maybe it was just her, but Tabitha had never known that there were such things as prom waiters. A man was strutting around the room, holding a tray of champagne and offering it to people. Maybe the school had just hired someone from a restaurant to come around and serve the students, but there was something fishy about this guy. Brook Forge was a relatively small town, and it was one of those places where everyone seemed to know each other. Of course, not everyone knew each other, but from a person's face, you could tell what family they had come from. This man had a very foreign appearance. He had obviously come from somewhere else. France, maybe? But then again, Brook Forge was such a small, unknown place. People barely knew it was on a map. Why then, would this foreigner be in town? Was he knew, or was there another reason?

The change in music had brought Tabitha back to earth as she realized that she had been standing in the same spot, staring at the waiter while she processed her thoughts. She scratched the back of her head as she realized that this was a slow song, and scrambled back to her seat over by the window. Hopefully the man hadn't noticed her awkwardly staring at him. As she took her seat, she watched as the boys and girls come together and dance. Tabitha found the girls' faces as they guys asked them to dance quite hilarious. It was funny to think that maybe for a second, they could have the imaginary whirlwind romance of a lifetime. Obviously this wasn't true. Love never lasted. That was Tabitha's philosophy. Love was merely just a word. It never really meant anything. There was too much hate, pride, greed, and selfishness in the world for true love to prevail. Not just love as in romance, but love as in peace, and general love for others. There was always something in humans that made them want something that they can't have. And of course, those people full of power would cause something that could never be stopped. She sighed as she turned to face out the window again.