35-d Freestyle

Prom hell night


Ok prom is supposed to be this special night right? Even with all the sex afterwards, and after parties, it's still just food and dance, and maybe pictures. Nothing else special. I never believed it was anything special but why did it affect me so much? Why was it so F**ked up for me? Well it went a little something like this.....

I woke up that morning at around 12:00 noon. So I had good sleep. Even though I hated prom before it started I decided to change my attitude. Seeing how I brushed my teeth the night before that means I awakened with out the halitosis that most people have. So I brushed again after breakfast. it was a decent breakfast so I was still feeling good. Then as time went by I called a friend to find out when I was being picked up. So I was getting ready and there were some cuff links missing from my suit. They are to be sent back with my rental suit so I asked my grandma if she had seen them. She says she hasn’t but I know they were without a doubt on the hanger the suit hung from.

Ok now my grandma is the one who laid my suit out for me so I am sure she lost them somehow. She knows she did as well. So I got on my knees looking for them and got my suit a little dirty. I couldn’t find them so I said F**k it. I called my friends and told her to go ahead I no going. So later somebody gave me some cuff links. Not the ones that went to the suit but at least they substituted for the others. So, fast forward to the Condensed version. I cursed at some people, there was a small fight, pictures were messed up, got to prom and had more messed up pictures, feel asleep twice at the table, accidentally stepped on someone’s, dress on the dance floor, and their tig o bitties popped out, and I made two friends get angry at each other. So because of me they didn’t have sex after prom like they wanted. Oh and at the last minute I realized I didn’t have a ride home so I had to borrow a phone. The phone had me walking around the building for a signal. Prom was hell but at least it’s over.