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 style was a given and who better than a Ft. Myers Limo to ensure I was the belle of the ball. I only had one true chum, and she was my partner in crime. Who requires my dull date, I knew she'd have a party up her sleeve. I just failed to know exactly what it might be. The common chatter goes 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 boring conversation. There she is, I see her coming thru security. When on Earth did our school get security? Never mind, the fun was about to unfold.
She pushes her way near the center of the floor, cussing, yelling, and dragging her date around like he was nothing. My word, she does look a bit uncomfortable in her yellow clothes. She waves me over to the corner, I slyly tell my date that I must use the bathroom, and I go meet her across the very packed cafeteria. When I reach her she gives me the 'what for' because I didn't decide to drive there on my own. Bellyaching, 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 style was a given and who better than a Ft. Myers Limo to ensure I was the belle of the ball. I only had one true chum, and she was my partner in crime. Who requires my dull date, I knew she'd have a party up her sleeve. I just failed to know exactly what it might be. The common chatter goes 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 boring conversation. There she is, I see her coming thru security. When on Earth did our school get security? Never mind, the fun was about to unfold.
She pushes her way near the center of the floor, cussing, yelling, and dragging her date around like he was nothing. My word, she does look a bit uncomfortable in her yellow clothes. She waves me over to the corner, I slyly tell my date that I must use the bathroom, and I go meet her across the very packed cafeteria. When I reach her she gives me the 'what for' because I didn't decide to drive there on my own. Bellyaching, 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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