It is yet another sunny morning in December.

For the majority of the past week, there has been snowfall all day and night and white fluffy snow has covered the entire city. But it has stopped the night before, and people at last have been greeted with a brilliant gleam of sunshine. With the sunshine has come another dread. Work. Offices have reopened, schools have resumed, and by early hours, citizens have started flocking about on the streets and pavements to their respective areas of interest. Christmas was days away and the local shops with Santa merchandise and miniature Jesus idols have once again found customers. Big chunks of snow have already started melting and the municipality people have completed one round of scattering salt all over the sidewalks, making the place smell like a freezer.

In the heart of the massive city, stands a college. Within it, like teeming millions of ants gnawing up to a sugar cube, professors and students are running about from one classroom to another, in and out of the library, to and fro from the central hall, and from everywhere to the rest of everywhere. Hubbub has returned to this busy place of education, and preparations have begun. The hall is getting ready for this year's Christmas. Another event is following up. The annual prom.

Prom is indeed a fascinating issue to discuss about. With partners to choose and persuade, get-ups to marvel, dances to prepare and spirits to imbibe- it is something teenagers adore. There are the popular ones, who have the luxury of choosing from loads of requests the partners they'd be most revered with. Then there are the not-so-popular ones, who don't get as many requests, but they do have options. After them come the normal ones, who have decided on their prom prince and princesses right from the beginning of the year, and are content about their choices. Barring them too, are the singled ones. The so-called wallflowers. Ones for whom prom is torture, as they manage to find no none for themselves. They can be found in the tables at the back of the function hall, with empty beer glasses in front, pretending they don't like all the fuss. When the pairs are all dancing and some wild beat is echoing all around, they just tap their feet, trying to join in.

In this college, in different corners are some interesting people. In one lone table in the library, Vermilion is reading a novel and cocking up her ears at the occasional cheers from the corridors. Scarlet has locked herself up in the toilet, crying tissues after tissues to pulp. Evergreen is with her girlfriends in the cafeteria, busy gobbling food. Black is also present. But where is he? Oh shit, in the infirmary. Large bandages draped around his forehead. He is unconscious....but the nurses feel he'll wake up soon. Words have been sent. His parents would arrive soon.

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