Im A Ballar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Ophelia, I’m going to ask you this once and you’re going to answer me with a simple yes or no. Got it?” I smiled wryly, “Yes, ma’am.” “Do you want to go to the ball?” “It doesn’t—” “Ophelia.” Frowning at her, I released a sigh through my pursed lips. I’d never been to a ball before. I did try to attend my Junior Prom in high school, but Kimberly’s friends laughed me out of the gym when I showed up in a ratty skirt and t-shirt. In truth, I wanted to go through the painstaking process of getting my nails done with friends. Sharing a big vanity mirror we’d sit and take turns doing our hair and make-up before dashing from the house.

Mikhaila said, frowning. "We can't do anything now Amber,if something goes wrong you're going to lose everything,one wrong movement and all this is over, just do as planned and bring yourself out in the spotlight,there is a ball next week there is the perfect place to start your gossip" Iglov said as Mikhaila's mood lifted when she heard the word ball, Mikhaila loved parties and anything that required her to drink and get into an expensive dress and the ball was the perfect thing,if only she had a man by her side it would have made everything perfect, sighing she grabbed the coffee Alek had left untouched on the table as she took a sip. "Hot hot hot!" She exclaimed as Iglov ushered the shop

She said and he smiled, she's more interesting than he imagined. "Sir, I apologize on her behalf. She's on her meds and isn't in her right mind". Allen tried to speak up, but Alora quickly stood up and took a ball, every other person went to sit down as she pointed at Barry. "Me" . Barry asked to confirm. "Come come, I don't have all day". She said and started bouncing the ball, Barry quickly went to position as the game began, just the both of them. He is supposed to block her ball from entering the net, Alora energetically bounced the ball, making sweet moves as she shot the ball, but Barry quickly caught it without stress then he threw the ball back to her,

I see her wave is followed by another girl who looks over at us. I return the gesture, be it with less energy. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. I note before hearing Mykhol groan. I turn to see his face fall. Well, almost everyone. “I’ve never seen such-” Mykhol stops when he sees I’m watching. Instead, he covers his mouth before wiping his lips. He seems to relax his face after with thought. “So this is a Ball.” “It’s wonderful.” I nod with a bit of excitement. “You like it?” Mykhol almost coughs up. I nod before looking over the room again.

He shouts and I shoot a few more daggers at him. I turn towards the ball that stands in front of my legs like a...ball? And I have to kick it? Just then, something whooshes past me and the ball is gone. I whip around to find Tristian already running with the ball. "Hey! Wait!!" I run behind him but he is already far from my reach and kicks the ball on the imaginary court. "Boo. That was not fun. I expected more from you Barbie doll." Tristian pouts.