I stifled a giggle as purple and silver streamers fell on top of Lance's head. Half of a purple one stuck to his nose while a mix clung to his dark hair. He waggled his eyebrows at me, causing a laugh to burst out of my mouth.

"Here, let me help you."

My pumps clanked against the metal rungs of the ladder as I climbed down from the ceiling of the cafeteria. Really should've worn jeans to decorate our school's cafeteria, but this morning had been picture make-up day. Definitely didn't wanna miss the chance to correct my horrid photos from last month when the hugest zit showed up. Bright red and right on the end of my nose like I was a cross between a witch and Rudolph the Reindeer.

Now, I was clear-skinned and looked good in my emerald mini-skirt and loose poet-style white blouse.

"Sorry about dropping the box on you." I picked the papier-mache streamers off and replaced them with the others. Pulsing techno music drifted across the cafeteria, my favorite song, and I started humming along.