HollyRoseFowlCasson

           To be honest, the part of the evening that freaked out Victoria the most was the ride to the party. She had never been talented at small talk, and distractions are hard to come by in such small spaces. Unfortunately Artemis seemed out of touch as well, and was proving hard to pull into a meaningful conversation. Finally Victoria gave up, staring out the windows at the nighttime scenery. Fields of snow flew by, untouched and glowing an effervescent blue in the moonlight, the color scheme changed only by a few farmhouses decked out in Christmas lights.           "Do you ever get tired of it?" Victoria asked, entranced.          

 Prosper never really had a penchant for planning ahead. This quality had only gotten stronger after he had begun dating Blaire, seeing as she rarely did anything without planning for it first. However, once in a while he would make exceptions on special nights when he wanted to surprise her- their anniversary last year, for example. As it turned out, their evenings always went a lot better when he didn't plan ahead, ironic as that sounded. Tonight was certainly one he wanted to get perfect, so he had determinedly planned for it throughout the previous weeks. Before now, the night had gone perfectly, not a flaw in sight. They had gone to di

"Being pretty won't save you," she says as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking As I look into her ebony eyes deeper than the universe, her face dotted with freckles like stars in the night sky, the lines on her wrists counting days where it was just that hard to hold on, she opens her mouth once more and repeats, "Being pretty won't save you and neither will being smart or being talented or being rich of having a better personality or a better dream." "Why?" "Because with each imperfection you erase, another one will come into clearer view until you've erased them all and suddenly you'll look at yourself and wonder who it is that's lo