Each girl has a dream in highschool. It may not be to be the captain of the cheerleading squad, or vice president of the student body, however it does include Senior Prom. Plenty of thought and aspiration goes into this one night. The one night that everybody will remember. Whether you stand as a wallflower or tear up the floor, every girl wants a Prom that does not end horribly. That is at least what I had always believed.
Young and virtuous, I could pull off any appearance. Pink eye shadow with long locks of brown curls or dark smoky eyes with chestnut hair pulled tight in an intricate bun. Choices. Choices. With a glistening beaded dress that swished across the floor, I was ready. Pretty, pretty Princess. This was my night. Hearing the chattering downstairs of picture time, I took my cue and began my night. In a high school were the graduating class was approximately 300 kids, and that's being generous, everyone was out to stun. I, on the other hand, knew I was Miss Graceful.
Arriving in style with the highest class was a stipulated and who better than a Ft. Myers Limo to guarantee I was the belle of the ball. I only had one true friend, and she was my partner in crime. Who wants my boring date, I knew she would have a party up her sleeve. I just didn't know precisely what it'd be. The usual talk flows in one ear and out the other, all along thinking where was she? But I knew Miss Brittany would come bail me out of this uninteresting conversation. There she is, I see her coming through security. When on Earth did our school get security? Never mind, the fun was going to develop.
She pushes her way near the center of the floor, cussing, yelling, and hauling her date around like he was nothing. My word, she does look a bit uncomfortable in her yellow dress. She waves me over to the corner, I slyly tell my date that I must use the bathroom, and I'm going meet her across the excessively packed cafeteria. When I reach her she gives me the 'what for' because I didn't opt to drive there on my own. Griping, she reaches under her dress and out comes the cans of silly string. And then the smiles returned. We gave a toast to friendship, and set off to mix it up.
Kicking off our heels which landed on tables, we had exactly what young women our age desire from prom...Great fun! It was our small secret, while it lasted. Before long, everyone was joining in the fun. Yes, chaperones screamed when we became a bit disruptive, though that did not deter us in any way. We were a force to be reckoned with that evening. Our make-up that we spent hours getting just right melted off with the heat. Our hair hung lifeless with all of the sweat. That is when we made our call to leave this party and find fun somewhere else.
Young and virtuous, I could pull off any appearance. Pink eye shadow with long locks of brown curls or dark smoky eyes with chestnut hair pulled tight in an intricate bun. Choices. Choices. With a glistening beaded dress that swished across the floor, I was ready. Pretty, pretty Princess. This was my night. Hearing the chattering downstairs of picture time, I took my cue and began my night. In a high school were the graduating class was approximately 300 kids, and that's being generous, everyone was out to stun. I, on the other hand, knew I was Miss Graceful.
Arriving in style with the highest class was a stipulated and who better than a Ft. Myers Limo to guarantee I was the belle of the ball. I only had one true friend, and she was my partner in crime. Who wants my boring date, I knew she would have a party up her sleeve. I just didn't know precisely what it'd be. The usual talk flows in one ear and out the other, all along thinking where was she? But I knew Miss Brittany would come bail me out of this uninteresting conversation. There she is, I see her coming through security. When on Earth did our school get security? Never mind, the fun was going to develop.
She pushes her way near the center of the floor, cussing, yelling, and hauling her date around like he was nothing. My word, she does look a bit uncomfortable in her yellow dress. She waves me over to the corner, I slyly tell my date that I must use the bathroom, and I'm going meet her across the excessively packed cafeteria. When I reach her she gives me the 'what for' because I didn't opt to drive there on my own. Griping, she reaches under her dress and out comes the cans of silly string. And then the smiles returned. We gave a toast to friendship, and set off to mix it up.
Kicking off our heels which landed on tables, we had exactly what young women our age desire from prom...Great fun! It was our small secret, while it lasted. Before long, everyone was joining in the fun. Yes, chaperones screamed when we became a bit disruptive, though that did not deter us in any way. We were a force to be reckoned with that evening. Our make-up that we spent hours getting just right melted off with the heat. Our hair hung lifeless with all of the sweat. That is when we made our call to leave this party and find fun somewhere else.
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