Prom. One word, yet so much meaning. Prom can mean a glamorous night full of glitter and sex. Prom can mean a night at home sobbing your eyes out because your date ditched you. Prom can mean a night full of pure hell. It just depends. You see, you never know what's going to happen on prom night. Your dress might rip. Your date might suck face with your enemy. Or you could find out your pregnant. Actually, I'm pretty sure that's happened.
My point is Prom isn't just something normal people wing. Yes, some people might just wing prom, but what happened to them? My point proving...I was nervous. My stomach was full of butterflies, and I honestly just wanted to vomit.
"Hey. Kylie? Kylie?!" Sky pulled me out of my train of thought. "Bailey and I are going dress shopping. Wanna come?"
"Sure. But-...who are you going to prom with?" I asked suddenly confused.
Sky started grinning. "Drake."
As soon as she said his name, my mouth dropped. "What?! Your going with that man whore?" I asked Sky.
"Hey! At least I get an after party!" She smiled a perverted smile.
"Uh! Too much information!" Bailey yelled.
"Let's just go losers!" Skyler said standing up.
We followed her to Bailey's car. The ride was fast and quiet. As soon as we got to the place, we hopped out of the car, and into the little shop full of bows, ribbons, dresses, and lots of pink!
I walked around looking for the perfect dress. I didn't really want to have a short dress, but when I saw this blue dress...I decided I'd take a chance on short dresses. Just this once. I tried it on, and it stopped at my knees. It was just perfect! I walked out of the dressing room and into a big room full of mirrors. I looked at myself, and I just felt this eruption of butterflies in my stomach.
"You look like shit." I turned around and saw Laura right behind me with the same dress I had.
I stayed silent, and just stood still. But, I really wish I didn't. Laura walked up to me, and took out a envelope. She handed it to me, and smirked. I took the object into my hands and walked back to the dressing room. I sat down on the bench inside and tore open the envelope. Inside was a picture and a little piece of paper. On the paper it said: 'Love Doesn't Last'. I thought for a moment thinking about the phrase. Love Doesn't Last. That's when I looked at the picture. It was Ashton kissing another girl. The image broke me. What was left of my weak heart was broken. Shattered. So don't say I didn't warn you.
Prom is just hell in disguise.
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