Mastima held the single black rose in her hand. It had arrived on her doorstep the morning of the Prom event. She had sworn to stay home the whole time, loathing the thought of being surrounded by stupid people and couples. And yet, the rose had intrigued her with its note. "Meet me at prom. I'll be waiting." Who had sent such a note?
So despite her decision to stay home, she got dressed up the best she could. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought I hope this isn't just some stupid prank...
