I sat at the table, sipping my punch and nibbling on my cake. I looked around, watching five people get down with their bad selves on the dance floor while everyone else sat and stared. This prom sucks, I thought to myself. What a way to end my Senior year. I should have just stayed home.

            Don't get me wrong, prom itself was nice. The Juniors did an excellent job on decorating. I loved the old movies posters tacked to the wall, the cut outs of Marilyn Monroe and Humphrey Bogart, and the fake Hollywood Hills in the background. It all fit together perfectly. Perhaps if it hadn't been such a horrible day, this would have been the best prom ever!

            Just thinking about how my day went made my stomach turn. It was rainy and cold and completely miserable outside. I spent all morning trying to send my college English paper to the courier and after the fifth time of printing it, I found yet another mistake but was too stressed to correct it. I went to my hair appointment at xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comthree and 45 minutes later I had a migraine the size of Texas from my hair being pulled so tightly into a bun. I went to a friend's house and got ready in about ten minutes. Then I had to leave because my friends went to ride in a limo. So I got stuck driving my dad's new P.T. Cruiser around BY MYSELF, thinking about how pathetic it was that I was alone on the day of prom. It didn't even feel like prom day. It felt like hell with lots of rain.

            So there I was, sitting at the table, all by myself while my boyfriend pouted in the corner because I didn't feel like dancing. It was the honest truth though, I had a stomach ache and dancing made it worse. So I sat in the corner and critiqued everyone's outfits.

            Cassie looked awesome. Her dress was black with long fringe around the bottom. A big red rose in her curly hair completely her 20's swing dancer look. Fallon, she looked like a Flamenco dancer with her red frilly dress and sassy curly hair. Dirk's girlfriend looked like she crawled out of a Barbie box with her pink dress with black ribbon and bows and gloves. I can't even describe how picturesque she looked, so you'll just have to trust me on that one.

            While I was fascinated by these girls' outfits, deep down I felt a bubbling hot jealousy. I wish I could look like that. Yes, my dress was pretty and yes, lots of people commented on it, but I wanted a twenties nostalgia dress with pearls, diamonds, flowers the whole shebang! I wanted to look like Marilyn Monroe, I wanted to be different!

            I stood up and tossed my fork and drink aside. This day was horrible beyond all possible horridness. The night was almost over and here I sat moping and mourning the end of my high school career. Well not anymore! If I'm going to even remember this prom, I'm going to find something good to think about! So I got up and danced straight through until my boyfriend drug me off the floor to go to project prom. By the end of the night, it was still the worst prom in history, except for the one in the movie Carrie.