.prom.

this is my prom post. It's been a month, the date in the picture is wrong, got this from Armand. I like this pic because it sums up my prom experience. To me, that night was very sparkly, very big, very elegant but it was all a lie. ask my best friend the reason because I am not talking about that in this post.

My junior prom experience:

I woke up.
I took a bathe.
I ate a heavy lunch.
I went to the salon.
The gay person put on too much make-up on me, I felt that I was wearing someone else's.
I got home and got dressed in my "ball" gown (uck) and heels (double uck).
When I saw myself in the mirror, I didn't believe that that was me.
I waited for Denjo, he was called my date.
When he came, we went to the navy clubhouse; my mom drove.
I ate fruit- flavored cheerios in the car.
When we arrived, we were not late.
Then, our table was changed, so we had to sit at the back.
The turn-over ceremony happened and unfortunately nobody's hair was set on fire with the candles.
Then the dancing happened.
The crowning of the prom winners.
Pictorial in the white room.
More dancing.
It was over at midnight.
My mom picked us up.
We went home.
It was about one in the morning.
We arrived home.
I removed my dress.
I removed my make-up.
I took a bath.
I changed into my night dress.
I cried myself to sleep.