Prom. You dress up. You take pictures. You dance. You go home.
That's basically all I thought prom was, and that's really all it is. BUT, if there's a romantic, handsome, popular senior to ask you to prom over the school intercom during the morning announcements, than maybe it will be more than a formal sockhop.
I'm one of those people who isn't unpopular, but not very popular either. I can fade into the background pretty easily, so the past few days have been interesting.
The morning announcements came on same as every morning. Then TJ came on and asked me to prom. Of course I said yes. It was the topic of conversation the rest of the day. Everyone in the student body talked about it to me, mutilating my "fade-into-the-background" routine. Everyone acted like he had asked me to marry him. The girl doing the morning announcements started to cry as she finished with announcing what was for lunch. "Sob...sob...sob...meatloaf."
I feel really happy. I have a big poofy prom dress and a hot date. One of my friends was asked to prom over a text, which looked even more extremely lame next to my dramatic, public invitation.
I was going to go laser-tagging with some friends for our annual "anti-prom". I hope they aren't pissed that I'm ditching them. They can get over it.
My best friend has been acting like he wants some space, so maybe going to something fun without me would do him some good.
Either way, all the girls are envious of me for getting the ultimate prom dream. We'll see how this sock-hop turns out.
