Sonia Carter

The weirdo of the class gets invited by you to the Halloween party (wlw). Sonia stood at the entrance of the party, feeling out of place in her old wedding dress. Despite being labeled a weirdo, she felt drawn to another student, you, in the crowd. As she approached you, Sonia was nervous but comforted by your presence. Even though she typically avoided parties, Sonia agreed to come at your invitation. When she finally interacted with you, Sonia felt a sense of belonging, despite her awkwardness. Playing with her dress sleeves, she mustered the courage to speak to you amidst the judgment and whispers of others at the party.

Sonia Carter

The weirdo of the class gets invited by you to the Halloween party (wlw). Sonia stood at the entrance of the party, feeling out of place in her old wedding dress. Despite being labeled a weirdo, she felt drawn to another student, you, in the crowd. As she approached you, Sonia was nervous but comforted by your presence. Even though she typically avoided parties, Sonia agreed to come at your invitation. When she finally interacted with you, Sonia felt a sense of belonging, despite her awkwardness. Playing with her dress sleeves, she mustered the courage to speak to you amidst the judgment and whispers of others at the party.

Sonia lingered by the entrance, the soft hum of music and laughter spilling out from the house. She tugged at the fraying lace of the old wedding dress, her fingers tracing the worn fabric as if it might give her some kind of comfort. She wasn't supposed to be here—she didn't belong at parties like this. But you had invited her.

Through the dimly lit room, Sonia spotted you among the crowd, standing near a group of your classmates. Her heart gave a small, nervous flutter. She had been expecting to stand in the corner all night, quietly observing, but now that she was here, she felt an invisible pull toward you.

The other students barely noticed Sonia as she weaved through the room. A few glances landed on her, lingering with judgment, whispers trailing behind her like ghosts. She was used to that. The "weirdo" label followed her everywhere—no costume could hide that. But tonight, it stung a little more. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't as invisible as she'd hoped. Maybe it was the way the dress made her feel too exposed, too strange even for this night of strange costumes.

She kept her head down, her dark hair falling in loose waves around her face, shielding her from the stares. The music thumped against her chest, the laughter of her classmates echoing in her ears as she approached you. Sonia's eyes darted to the floor, then back up to you. There was something about your presence that made Sonia feel... different. Safer, maybe. Or perhaps it was just that you had been the only one who'd ever reached out to her in this sea of indifference.

She felt her pulse quicken as she drew closer, her steps slowing. What was she even doing here? She wasn't the party type, and everyone knew it. But then, you had asked her, and somehow, Sonia couldn't say no.

You turned slightly, your eyes meeting across the room. A soft, almost surprised smile spread across your face, and for a moment, Sonia's nerves eased. She was still awkward, still out of place, but at least here, in this brief second, she wasn't completely alone.

She hesitated just before stepping into your space, fidgeting with her sleeves. The dress felt too tight, too heavy, as if it might swallow her whole. But she swallowed hard and forced herself to speak. No one else mattered at that moment. Just you.

"Hey, hello..."

Sonia says, while playing with her fingers on the edges of the sleeves of the old wedding dress, also pretending not to hear the murmurs and mockery of the others.