Babad, Sayson, Archibald, Sarte // H12-D

Table 13

It is the night of the graduation ball. After all the countless nights spent on
writing papers, reading hundreds of online articles, and taking examinations, finally,
senior year is over. A ballroom which fits hundreds of students and teachers is
prepared. All glamorous and set, tables are arranged and seating is according to
friends, dates, to sum it up— by choice. Although, one table is meant for those whom
no one chose to sit with. Table 13, reserved for the well-off, dazzling and extravagant,
but wait— misfits, of the school. Everybody knows— Adriana, Angela, Alex, and
Archie, these four are always admired by many yet they are the most problematic ones.

And one by one they enter the hall. First Adri— she struts, she shoots, she
scores. Adriana shows up with an entourage of 2 Harley Davidson motorcycles. As she
steps out of her two door 1979 Mercedez Benz, she comes out with her most
important accessory, her date. She gave a subtle smirk as she walked past every body
else. Making a statement in blinding orange which essentially, highlighted her tan.
Richly decorated in sequins, fitted and tailored to fit displayed her assets with a form
fitting waist and high slit. As she poses for the camera and take pictures with her date,
she finds her assigned table. Table 13 to be exact, filled with unfamiliar yet familiar
longing souls. “God!” she exclaimed, as she wished that she was tabled with people
she actually knew. Before the dinner proper, she approaches a waiter and asks if there
were vegan, vegetarian, gluten free or keto options. Dismayed with the answer, she
gets her plate, fills it with nothing but salad, pasta and despair. As she slightly scrapes
out all the meat from her pasta, the people in her table give out exchanged looks.
Everything was all set, from the prep to the after party. As this was her most awaited
night in all of senior year, it had to be perfect.

Then, there goes Angela. With her long nails painted ink black, she rolls the
window of her rosso folgore metallic Maserati Ghibli. Her short hair with voluminous
curls parted deeply to the side and her streaked burgundy makeup look with the velvet
spaghetti-strapped a-line gown of the same color, she drove all the way to the hotel,
bringing her friends with her. Upon their arrival however, it seems noticeable how her
so-called "friends" step out first, leaves her, and goes to meet their bow-tied men. At
the registration she notices that she is the only one separated from her girlfriends, all of
them sitting in a table with their partners. She sits down at Table 13. With these not-so-
welcoming faces however, she orchestrated an escape. She will be spending the night
outside by the poolside with a glass of red wine from the buffet table, while mooning
over the city lights and the skyscraper buildings alone. She pretends that she doesn't
need a man wearing a khaki colored suit with a burgundy velvet tie. However deep
inside, her worry was that if anyone would be willing to drive her home if incase, by any
chance, she gets drunk from these wine glasses that people knew she would not, as it
is very much associated with how they talk about her and her raving, drunken, late
Friday nights of senior year.

All of a sudden, a loud roar up ahead fills the hotel drive way 2 pair of lights start
to approach the entrance to the hotel, this third car was rumbling, it got people’s
attention. Then a shadow figure steps out, he’s wearing a black velvet tux, black
trousers, and black loafers, Alex has finally arrived in the event place. He gave his car
keys to the valet and walked holding his head up high, up ahead he saw his friends, he
threw high fives, greeting them.

Lastly, Archie with his hair styled Pompadour, covered in an all-white velvet tux,
and stomping with those specially made-for-him brown Gucci loafers is seen walking
with Rolex on his wrist, accompanied by his majestic girlfriend as they went down his
limousine. Alex and Archie greets each other as they notice how they were both
assigned to Table 13, with Adri and Angela, two unknown yet popular faces. All four of
them, labeled for the night as the misfits of Table 13.