jaylar
The word ‘Prom’ envelopes me in sadness. I can not forget the entire blanket that was draped over my Junior and Senior year of High School.
My best friend was a Senior and was dating a particular boy. She knew she was going to the Prom with him from Xmas. It wasn’t until Easter she became All Prom All the Time.
When I entered my Senior year I began my hunt for a boyfriend.
A smy grades slipped I realised I was too anxious, I had plenty of time.
Until Easter Break.
Until Easter Break when I still had not a single date, nor had a boy tried to talk to me beyond; “What’s the answer to question two?”
I realized then I wasn’t going to the Prom.
