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Not Attending the Prom – 4

I’ll never forget the shock I felt, that Easter break of my Senior Year of High School when I realised that I would not be going to the Prom.

It was so enormous to me, as a High School Senior, it is hard to explain.

It took over my life, and only study, forcing myself to study, kept me from falling into absolute depression.

I focused on Exams, pretending that some boy would ask me at the virtual last minute.

I kept up that pretense because it allowed me to get through another day.

On Prom Night I stayed home, watched the old flick, “Marty“,principally that  scene where the female lead sits in the living room with her parents watching a comedy on television and crying.

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Written by jaylar

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