I am a shiny, sparkly, dazzling piece of new clothing. I am an electric blue colour and silky. When I get pulled out of the wardrobe I feel like a queen. I go to prom with girls. I always think I look the best at prom but my owner disagrees.
I get so frustrated when my owner goes into the bathroom and nitpicks at me. Like rips at loose threads and pulls off beads and spends hours looking at herself in the mirror.
Then finally when the party's over I get shoved into a random draw and as I hear the draw shut. darkness overwhelms me. I wait helplessly until the next time I am worn.