"Looking good Mist," May laughs and adds more sparkly black shadow to my eyelid.

With a sigh I get up and look at my costume in the mirror. A tight, navy blue, short blouse, tied right below my breasts, exposing much cleavage. With a tight navy blue miniskirt squeezes my ass.

The smell of smoke is thick in the air, along with sweat. The loud music makes my head pound.

"Ginger, get up there!" My boss, Gary yells as I take my sweet time walking towards the stage.

I close my eyes and sigh, I walk out from behind the curtain. glitter covers the stage floor. The guys let out cheers and spill their drinks when I walk out. I guess I'm not that bad looking. I have an hourglass figure, tan skin, long flowing fiery hair to my hip, and the most sparkling cerulean blue eyes. Or so I've been told.

I dance in the center of the stage with my friend Dawn to my right, and a new girl named Serena. All the girls at Gary's Playhouse were cigarette addicted and drunks. I do not judge though considering I am too.

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I return home to my dump of an apartment around 2 A.M. I set my keys down on the counter and kick off the heels that made my feet go numb half way through the night. I plop down on my grey, lumpy couch. I bring a cigarette to my lips and pull out my blue lighter. I take a long drag and then blow out the smoke.

I turn on the television, and flip through boring channel after boring channel. A cop show catches my eye and I leave it at that. I get off the couch to my fridge and grab three beers. I crack the first one open and chug down half the bottle in one swig. I smash the remains of my cigarette in the ashtray that rests on the coffee table in front of me.

I check my phone and the time reads 3:07, my eyes travel to the date underneath May 23rd, 2014. The worse day of my life. It was six years ago, what was the start of the best day, I had the greatest boyfriend, great grades, and amazing friends. Everything was so perfect, but apparently the grass just continues to get duller until it doesn't exist on the other side.

Flashback:

My phone beeps and the screen reads that my boyfriend Ash Ketchum texted, I squeal. Today we are graduating and moving on to College by the fall. I had picked out my dress months earlier that I'm wearing under the gown. It's silver at the top with a sweetheart neckline and the bottom navy blue and a little poofy.

I pick up the phone, the text reads "Meet me at the park, we need to talk."

Kinda strange if you ask me, I throw on a t-shirt and pair of jeans. I throw my hair up in a bun and walk to meet Ash.

Ash comes into view over by the lake. As I come closer, I can clearly decipher the strained look on his face. "Hey Ash," I say with a smile and leaning in for a kiss. He grabs my shoulders to stop me. I give him a confused look, and he gives me a weak smile.

"Misty, I'm sorry, but I'm breaking up with you. It's nothing you did, it's my father." I wince, he normally calls me 'Mist'. I struggle holding back the tears and as soon as one falls, I can no longer control the others.

I whisper a soft okay, then turn and walk back home. He stops me. "Misty, I promise you, I love you. But my dad h- he wants me to focus on school, and taking over the business. I'm sorry, I love you."

I look into his eyes, tears still streaming down my cheeks. "You should never tell someone you love them when you're breaking up with them." I shake my head and push passed him.

Flashback End.

Ever since then, I never opened up my heart, I never gave away my trust. And I was never the same.

A/N

I'm sorry this is so short but I figured I should edit it, add some parts and then republish cause I actually really like this story. I hope you enjoyed it.

I will try to update as soon as possible, considering I have soo many ideas for this story!

Until next time

-Hailey