#Chapter117
Prom
Maggie
We headed into the home stretch of our senior year. My classmates were idiots. They choose the Sunday of Memorial weekend to hold a prom. Who does that?
I wore a black cocktail dress and not doing the classic route with a big, poofy dress. I wanted to keep it simple, although the heels I bought were too big. Ugh, I love these shoes. Pat fixed them for me, so I could wear them. She shoved toilet paper in the toes of my dress shoes.
Kat fixed my hair and makeup while the guys got dressed in their tuxes. I couldn’t wait. This dance would be much better than the last school dances. At least, I hope so.
/"Girls! Hurry, or you’ll miss your prom!/" Nate said.
We finished and made our way downstairs to see the boys dressed in their tuxes while waiting for us. I walked over to Nash.
/"Why is your slip showing?/"
/"It’s not a slip. It’s part of the dress and made that way./"
/"If you say so./"
