(Genre: High School Angst!) Who Needs a Soul If You Have a Date to Prom?
Prom: (noun) The one event that brings an entire world of joy and fear to the average high school girl.
As distant from the teenage girl squad reactions to everyday life as I pretend to be, I admit the very word brings a bevy of emotions to the table that I do not want to claim. Furtively glancing across the room at the boy who made school worthwhile, all those dumb feelings surfaced in one lurch. Oh Caleb.
“You’re staring again,â? Kara informed me. “He’s going to think you’re stalking him. Which I suppose you are.â? Best friend. Ha.
“I can’t help it. It’s like telling a fish not to swim. He’s just so pretty. And perfect.â?
“Gag me. So are you going to ask him to prom?â? she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“We agreed not to talk about the p-word,â? I hissed. Across the cafeteria he tossed his hair and smiled. My inner-Harlequin heroine swooned. “I’d sell my soul for him to even notice me.”
She looked at me and smiled a Grinchy smile. “Well in that case I might be able to help you out.”