When I have my Senior Prom I’ll wear a turquoise taffeta dress that is tight til the waste. Diamond earrings will hang in my ears. Light makeup will cover my face. My hair swept away from my face with a combs. It will hang down in long curls. I will be the center of attention.
My date will be the cutest brainiest boy in school, but he’ll be popular. I will have liked him since the sixth grade. He will have liked me from sixth on.