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I'm writing an essay for my English honors class, but I seriously don't know how to write it. I don't understand John Steinbeck. So instead, I'll be exercising my creativity by writing a short story.

'I... I really like you," she mumbled, holding out her hand with a reluctant face to a fallen boy.
"I'm sorry?"
"I... I like you!" she shouted, her face now bright red, complementing her red strapless dress nicely.

It was prom night, well, the first prom of the year. They were both in the same grade and they went together with the surprising ask from the boy. He was popular, smart, acted stupid but was a hardworker... she adored him secretly. He was on the football team, not that it was anything she really liked, but it was a fact about him. She saw him with those popular girls at school, the people she would never have hung out with, ever. She was surprised when he asked her to go prom with her.

"..." He looked down, his handsome face full of regret. He declined her hand and stood up on his own, patting invisible dust away from his black tux-like garb. "I'm sorry, I only went with you so my parents would be okay with it. I was planning to tell you, but I never got a chance. I was supposed to meet with Chelsea, my... girlfriend," he sighed, his eyes avoiding hers.

"Oh," she stifled "well, I suppose I'll have to let you guys do what you planned tonight, huh?" She sighed, turning her back on him. Her face was burning. She could hear him walk away after a few minutes. Her hands tightened as she ran straight, away from the music, away from her broken pain. She got into an elevator, and pressed for the balcony button, one of the features many hotels never had anymore. "I need to see the stars," she muttered, wiping her tears away from her eyes. Thank goodness there was no one in the elevator.
"Ding," the elevator rang. The girl walked slowly to the middle of the balcony. No one seemed to be there, either. In an instant, she was crumpled on the balcony, crying as loud as she could. She was sure people from a few stories down could hear her.

Inside the dance room, the boy met with his girlfriend. She was dancing with his best friend, in the traditional "freaking" way with their bodies close together. "Oh s**t," she mumbled, immediately ceasing the dancing. "Hey baby, what took you so long?" She inquired, walking closer to him. "Your friend is a good dancer, you know?"
"... You know what, ******** you," he muttered, walking out of the room.
"What are you talking about, baby? Stop, stop!" She shouted, her blond hair trailing after. The boy stiffened and turned towards her.
"This wasn't the first time I saw you with him, you know. I saw you in his car at the beach party, Cheals, don't try to deny it," he said, resigned.
"What, what are you talking about? It was probably someone else you're thinking about," she mumbled.
"Your horns are showing. We're over, go and ******** my best friend while stabbing me in the back, will you? I've held up with this long enough, so back the ******** off. You're the worst girlfriend anyone could ever have." He stormed off, entering the elevators while glaring at the speechless Chelsea, his now ex-girlfriend.

Inside the elevator, he thought to himself. Why did I do that? I love Chelsea, but why can't I take that girl out of my mind... I don't love her, she's ugly.
"Ding," the elevator rang. He was at the balcony of the hotel. Without realizing it, he walked at the front of the balcony, staring at the destitute city.
"God, what have I done? Aug!" He shouted, noticing a figure in the darkness next to him.
"Oh, it's you," a familliar voice muttered, cracked from shouting and tears.
"... Yeah, sorry."
"That's not enough," she said, standing up.
"What?"
"I said, that's not enough. I'll make you regret this. It's your fault."
"W, what's my fault?" He stammered, stepping away from the girl. She sounded psychotic.
"God, do you know how much I liked you? Do you know how much damn courage it took for me to say that I liked you? I feel like an idiot," she shouted, walking closer to him. "I thought, you know, although he may seem like a stupid idiot, he might actually be nice, he might actually like me since he asked me to prom! But no, you used me, and this is my revenge."
In the few moments it took the boy to comprehend her words, she had already flung herself off the balcony and into the darkness of the night. It took a minute to realize what she had done.
"Oh... my... god.." he stammered. His heart and mind raced. Would he be taken to jail, called a murderer? "No," he declared. He'd end it tonight, he would not go to jail nor be called a murderer. The boy climbed over the railing, closed his eyes, and let go, feeling the wind against his back. As he hit the ground, he saw no other body near his. And he died.

"Ahahah, what an idiot!" A woman in tear-stained makeup laughed, undressing herself from a red prom dress two floors from the balcony.
"Indeed, I'm actually surprised he fell for it," another man laughed, dressed in a trench coat and typing into a computer while adjusting his glasses.
"Ah, we're done with the mission," a quiet little girl said, breaking down a parachute-like thing from the balcony.
"Son of the CEO Chairman of EXDA Enterprises... God, I love my job, playing with little boys' minds are so fun!"

[[ Wow, this story is weak. =.= ]]