If I had it my way..well, we know who I would love to go with. Callum Cade.
I mean..he really is somebody. Normally, I'm not a materialistic person. Yet..prom..I think..brings the worst out in me. Funny, I haven't actually ever gone to prom.
Its just..I remember, when I lived in this one Foster Home with this girl Ruby, who was so excited. I mean, she even wore red. She'd found the prom dress at Good Will. And she looked nothing like the girl I grew up with (OK, I only lived with her a few months, but the time we spent together, doing chores and what not..seemed a lot longer). Anyway, I was expecting Army boots and her black imitation leather jacket to go with this outfit. Not so. No, she was this amazing Snow White in red. She and her date looked picture perfect, too. EXCEPT: They broke up that night. Her friend punched HIM in the nose. Ruby was so sad, we stayed up the rest of the night watching Zoolander. I know..how pathetic.
Anyway, I know I should be happy to go with Will. And I am. After all, he is my best friend. And I think Prom is best when you go with your best friends. And I'm glad to have friends at school. So, it will be our night together, even if we are coupled. Its good to be there together and make sweet memories.
I dunno what to expect. I hate the thought of wearing a tux. Even worse, a shirt tucked in. That is soooo not me.
Its just..actually, I was doing this for Cho (Going to some Prom Wars thing with his sister). But now, that I've gotten to know IVY..and she's not nearly who I thought she was. Um, this could be good..if it wasn't for her father driving us, there.
I just want us to have fun. But I won't know anyone there..but her. And I know all her FRIENDS will be watching us.
I can't smoke. Can't even have a drink to take the edge OFF. I MUST be on my best behavior.
Honestly, I don't think I could do this for anyone..but Ivy.
Teach, don't ever make me do this again. THIS IS RESOURCE. Please! Stop this everyday assignment. I HATE THESE QUESTIONS. I hate journaling.
Um, I won't be going to Prom..so why dream about it. Seriously?
I mean, the fact remains, I'm just that supporting player, to be there... to agree, nod and sometimes, hold someone's drink. So what's the point?
I know what you are thinking. Its you..who are in charge of your own destiny. blah..blah..blah.
Look, I'm never falling in love. I'm not that kind of guy.
OK..so maybe I'm feeling sorry for myself, and how things went with Randy. I know it'll be for the best, this way. He and my sister.
Best we grow distant before he can't stand me.
Anyway, I've got this new friend Rosco..and we are already planning our anti-prom on Smoker's Hill. Anybody can join. He's making his own fireworks.
Ooops..I should delete this. This might not be something school officials need to know about.