hugged me very tightly and I let my tears run free. I didn't really know why I was crying, I think it had just built up too much lately. When I had calmed down, I told Sarah how strange he had acted.

The ball was getting closer and closer and somehow word got around that Marc had asked someone about the ball. Just nobody knew who.The disappointed girls, who still had hope Marc would ask, had to resort to an emergency solution with which they were not at all satisfied.

Tomorrow was what so many had been waiting for. Tomorrow was finally the ball. The stupid thing was just ... I still had nothing to wear. So I asked the person who knew the most about clothes ... Sarah. She immediately held out a beautiful wine-red, long dress, the neckline was not too immense as Sarah always loved it and the dress had a long slit at the bottom. It just looked wonderful. "But don't you want to put the dress on?" I asked carefully. "I wanted it .. but somehow I didn't like it that much anymore. Try it on, actually it should fit you, we have the same size. And don't forget, I would never give it to any of my so-called" girlfriends " give. "She smiled. I went to the bathroom and tried it on.It fit like a glove, I took it off and went to Sarah. “And I can really put it on?” “Naklar, unless you don't like it.” I hugged her stormily and gave her a very nice hug. "Oh yes, there is something else ... you can only wear the dress if I can make you a hairstyle and make-up." That was what she liked best. I nodded eagerly and hugged her again.

Hours and hours passed and the ball was within reach. Everyone had only 3 hours left to get ready. Sarah had already started to get ready 2 hours earlier and then devoted herself entirely to me. First of all, of course, I had to put the dress back on. She was amazed and whistled. "So if Marc doesn't get weak, he's gay." She grinned. It started with my hair. She pinned them up and let a few hang down in curls. After that, she continued with the makeup. As she did at the disco, she made me up very discreetly. It just made a little bit of glitter in my hair.Finally she put Marc's flower in my hair. I looked in the mirror and didn't think it was really me. Shortly before eight there was a knock on our door. Sarah opened the door and fell into Basti's arms. He looked at her and just said, “You're beautiful.” She blushed slightly and kissed him on the cheek, which made him blush. 'They're a really cute couple,' I thought to myself. "Well then, Marie, see you downstairs, I hope your sweetheart is coming soon." She winked at me. I sat on the bed and waited. It was now five past eight. 'Where is he? Has he forgotten me or given a flower to several? 'It was getting to a quarter past nine. I was getting angry and tossing the flower in my hair on the bed. 'It was just kidding. 'Sadly I sat down at the window and looked into the silent night. Around half past eight there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw only a bouquet of self-picked flowers in front of my face.Behind it I heard someone say, "I'm so sorry that I'm late, but it's not that easy to pick the same flowers in the dark, and then I had to change." He gave me the bouquet of flowers, I put him in a vase and turned back to him. I saw him staring at me. “What is it?” “Y-You look beautiful.” I felt myself blush. "Thank you" Suddenly his mood seemed to turn into the opposite again. "Let's go at last. We're way too late anyway." He held out his arm to me. I hooked myself up and just thought, 'It's not my fault we're the last. Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you? You were so cute just then. 'I entered the dining room with a sad expression on my face. Really all of the girls stared at us, I felt uncomfortable. But Marc went on with me on the dance floor. I actually didn't want to because I hate to dance, but I had no other choice.Fortunately for me, a slow song was playing. Marc and I danced far apart at first, but I noticed how he was pulling me closer and closer. I looked into his eyes ... and there he was again, that loving look. I very slowly put my head on his shoulder. I can't describe how comfortable I felt. My heart has picked up a tremendously fast pace, I was afraid it would burst. I heard the music slowly getting quieter. But I didn't want to stop dancing with him ... not yet. Unfortunately he released me from his arms after all. We went to a table that was near Sarah. We sat for less than two minutes when the first came and asked Marc to dance. She stared at me first like I was from another planet. Marc went ahead and she whispered to me, "How could he just take you? I don't understand. Or he didn't want to discriminate against any of us pretty and that's why he took you.""Grinning nastily, she went to Marc and danced with him. Anger simmered in me. Sarah sat down next to me and put her arm around me." Hey, calm down. She has no idea. She just thinks she's the prettiest. But look at them. I asked Basti how he found her and he found her ugly. "I smiled at her." That's nice of you. "She went back to her table and I stared at the dance floor. What cheered me up was that he didn't dance as closely with her to this slow song as he did with me. When the song was over he came back to the table and looked again with his cool eyes. "Why was everything loving in his eyes now disappeared again." I took all my courage and asked him "Tell me ... why .. do you always look so angry? Why are you changing your mood so quickly? "He looked at me and just said," That's none of your fucking business. "And he turned around again. 'That's enough.He's just playing with me. I don't feel like being ripped off anymore. 'I got up and ran outside. I sat down on a bench and started crying. A short time later Sarah came to me.

"What are you doing here? Go back inside." "Hey, I'm not just going to let a friend sit out here." She hugged me and was about to say something when Marc came over. I looked at her pleadingly to stay, but she just shook her head and left. I only noticed how he put his jacket around me, he seemed to have noticed that I was trembling all over, but I didn't look at him. He put his arm around me and my heart started beating wildly again. "I'm sorry that I just turned on you so stupid." 'I can't take it anymore. Now he's so nice again and when I say something his mood changes again. "Marie ... please say something." I looked at him sadly. “Why are you doing this?” He looked at me inquiringly. "What?"" Well .. that you are so nice to me at first and then all of a sudden ... again so totally dismissive. "He looked at me a little sadly, kissed me on the forehead and hugged me. I didn't know what to think of it again. I felt really comfortable in his arm and that little kiss on the forehead, like when I was dancing made me hope somehow. I think he held me like this for a few minutes until he said, "Let's go back inside, I don't want you to take anything away. "He smiled at me. I think it was the first time I saw him smile so honestly. He looked like a little angel.

So we went back inside and sat at our table. Sarah looked at me and beamed, you could see that I was pretty happy. I also knew that when we were upstairs in the room she would pester me with questions. When I looked at Marc again, there was that ice-cold look again. 'Why is he looking so angry again now?'

Around half past nine a girl came into the dining room whom I didn't know and had never seen before.And it looked like nobody seemed to know her. Only Marc looked at her in astonishment and with his mouth open. She seemed to be looking for someone, her gaze wandered around until it stopped at our table and beamed. Marc got up and she ran across the hall into his arms. I did not understand the world anymore. Who was this girl "Hy my darling! I've missed you sooo much." So it was his girlfriend. 'Naklar, it would have been a miracle if someone like him hadn't had one. '"Um, Hy Yvonne!" he stammered. I couldn't take it any longer as he held her in his arms. I left the room and ran upstairs. I just wanted to be all to myself. Apparently Sarah knew that she'd better leave me alone now because she didn't follow me. It was getting late and I guess she'll sleep with Basti. I sat by the window and couldn't believe it. 'Why didn't he tell anyone he had a girlfriend?'Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Marie, it's Marc. Please open up." He was really the last one I wanted to talk to, so I was silent. "Marie ... please." Silent tears ran down my cheeks. 'Why didn't he just leave me alone? 'Suddenly I heard him turn the door handle. 'I stupid cow. I forgot to lock. 'I buried my face in my arms. I noticed how he sat down next to me and stroked my head. "Marie ... what you just saw down there wasn't what it looked like. Believe me." 'He can tell me a lot when the day is long. That was probably clear. '"Marie ..." "Go away ... I want to be alone." "But ..." "Just go, okay ?!" I looked at him with a sad, hurt look. "Okay ..." He left, that was what I wanted, why did I feel even sadder now? Did I actually want him to stay with me?

The next morning I woke up very early. I hardly slept that night and I wasn't hungry at all.Besides, I didn't want to run into Marc today. I sat down by the window and thought. I looked into the distance until something caught my attention. 'Hey .. that's Marc .. and .. and this ... Yvonne. Hmm ... it looks like they're arguing, it's a shame that I just don't understand a word. 'I opened the window a little.

"How many times have I already told you to stop chasing me? We're not together anymore, finally get it." "But .. Marc .. you know ... I still love you." "Yes, of course. As we got together, you treated me like the last piece of dirt. But I continued to love you. Suddenly, when I told you my little secret, you couldn't get away from me. Then I saw that you were me You are almost like some of my friends before me.