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I'm pleased that none of the doom I anticipated came to pass, but I'm a little annoyed at the stagnated state the world seems to be in at the moment. To start with, I shall explain how the Sally/Louie situation resolved itself:
I grudgingly wore the brooch to Promageddon, and true to her word, Sally did show up. I had been dancing in the Hell-themed room because it was the most amusing, but it did get hot there after a while, so I made my way up to Heaven. A few moments in the cooler room was enough of a dose of over-the-top decorations, so I headed back down. In the odd Skittles room, I met Sally, who was dressed to the nines in a tight black-and-red outfit...which was very skimpy indeed. As I opened my mouth to demand why she was dressed like a vampire-wannabe tart, an actual, and very cross-looking, violet-haired vampire woman entered the room. She was not at all dressed for the ball, being clad in brownish shorts and a green tank top, and looked at the human revellers with clear disdain.
"Miss Gambino?" she asked as she approached me, and I hastily looked about to make sure nobody else had heard. "I have been asked to return your ward to your custody." Without bothering to confirm my identity, she walked out, looking glad to be on her way.
Needless to say, I was pretty angry at Sally. Yes, she returned the choker, but I had had enough of the party by then. Despite Sally's complaints that she hadn't had a chance to dance yet, I insisted we leave at once...and once we were ensconced in Cindy's kitchen, I let her have it.
"What have you got to say for yourself?" I demanded after I'd yelled at her for running off, stealing the choker, and dressing like a tart.
"I was trying my luck at the catch you passed up," she said calmly. As I tried to process what she'd said, she continued "I am a woman now, after all."
"Huh?" I said.
"Two weeks ago," she said smugly. "You were too wrapped up in yourself to even notice, weren't you? I wonder if I'll get another growth spurt now? I haven't grown an inch in a year!" I stared in utter amazement at the stocky child (and she was still a child, at least to me) in front of me. "Or at least grow a more womanly figure," she went on, and I had to chuckle.
"Try a diet," I suggested.
"Not funny," she said, glaring at me. "You're not exactly slim yourself, Miss Big Tank."
"Did you call me a tank?!?" I asked in outrage. "I am not the size of a tank..."
"NO!" she shouted. "Booty Grab, ok? Big tanks make big booty, which you then grab...look, it means your puffed-out skirt barely hides the fact that you're as well endowed behind as in front."
"You're the one obsessed with aquariums," I grumbled. "And this is called a womanly figure, for your information. Now, what was going on between you and Louie?"
"Very little," Sally said despondently. "I go all that way out there, set out across the spooky graveyard, and run smack into that Von Helson guy in the middle of it. Paying 'is bloomin' respects at 'is fathers bleedin' tomb..."
"Stop right there!" I said. "Drop the accent, there's nobody here but the two of us!"
"Sorry," Sally said sheepishly. "I've been having to use it in front of all those vampires. Anyway, it turns out he's working in Edmund's shop..."
"Which I could have told you if you'd asked!" I pointed out.
Sally ignored this statement. "It was a great scene, dark spooky graveyard, you could even see the rings are starting to come back after that Zurg mess messed them up. Perfect place to become undead, so of course I asked him to pass on the gift."
"What gift?" I demanded suspiciously.
"Vampirism," she said calmly. "Yes, I know I could get a potion, but that's degrading it. I want to get the gift the old-fashioned way, as a bite from someone dashing. It's not going to be him though, because he not only refused, but he laughed at me! Told me I was too young to think of such things, and far too young to consider changing species! And then he takes me to your tower, tells me to stay there, leaves right before dawn and stays away all day, and finally shows up with that ugly vampire girl. Of course, I hadn't stayed in all day, I'd gone to some thrift shops and dressed up like a good vampire lady. I put on your mum's choker, and when he comes in that night, I slowly unclasp it and bare my neck..." She glared at the table and stewed.
"And?" I inquired.
"They both laughed. The girl said she'd be tempted, but she thought my neck was too thick for her to hit the vein cleanly...and that she hated mess. And he..." She glared at me as if it was my fault. "He reaches out to touch my neck with his slim white fingers. Then he says...he says he can see the indentation of each pearl sunk into my flesh!" She snorted. "So he has the chick, he called her Raven, drop me off with you at the party. Said he was too busy working at the shop to take me himself! I just think he can't dance!" Getting up and giving her chair a hearty kick, she said, "I'm going to bed. Go back to the party if you want, but don't you dare breath a word of this to Cindy. If you do, I will rat you out to your dad about the jewellery."
So I kept my mouth shut, and after some consideration, risked going back to the Promageddon tower. It was ok, I won some prizes dancing, and nothing blew up (but I made sure to be out of there several hours before the party officially ended!). At first I was pleased. But as the weeks and months went by with no more drama, or even follow-up information on what had actually happened during and immediately before Promageddon (I heard some strange rumours that Liam wasn't at the prom because he was in Aekea General Hospital having an emergency kidney transplant!), I began to grow rather antsy and exasperated. Too much suspense followed by business-as-usual may be realistic, but it's jitter-inducing and makes for rather a let-down. I'm not saying I'm displeased nothing and nobody blew up, caught fire, was abducted by aliens, or was shot, but I'm...I don't know...bored, perhaps?
And perhaps that's why I haven't written since then. I didn't want to transfer my boredom and uncertainty to this diary, perhaps? Or perhaps I'm just getting too old for writing something this childish?
Whatever, I don't think I'll be going to another party run by the taxman again! Aside from everything else, the décor was so wild as to give me a headache, and only Hell had good music!