Callissa walked over to the refreshments table, covered head to toe in red. Some would say it was Erindale pride. Others who had been friends with her longer would know that Callissa just liked the colour red... and hated wearing heels. She twirled around on her red converse in front of a few Ceballerans looking at her like she had two heads.
"Hey Milo!" She waved over her boyfriend. "Isn't this dance amazing? We've never done anything like this before. It's just what we needed. And the decorations are beautiful!" Callissa smiled. "The art classes did a wonderful job!"
"Yea. I guess so," Milo replied. "A weird time for a dance. So many kids who are still yet to be sorted."
"Nonsense!" Callissa scolded, handing him a green frosted cupcake. "Just because they are unsorted doesn't mean they cannot have fun!" Milo bit on the cupcake and soon spit it into a napkin in disgust.
"What flavor is this?" He asked Callissa.
"It's green flavoured!" Callissa replied. "Uh duh."
"Are you okay?" Milo asked. "You're not yourself."
"Just because I'm being fun, that means I'm not being me?!"
"No. Uh I'll just walk over there now."