The Prom
You are sitting in class, your fifth of the day. You twirl your hair waiting for the minutes to tick by. Finally, it's lunch time.
"Thank god," you sigh.
You go to sit down at your usual spot, but you notice something is going on. All of your girlfriends friends are trying to hold back excitement and laughter.
Suddenly, you see your boyfriend walking over with a sign and flowers in his sweaty palms.
Your face grows from a frown to a huge smile. He walks up to you nervously, anxious to see what you will say.
He stutters, "Will you go to prom with me, Anna?"
« Go Back "Thank god," you sigh.
You go to sit down at your usual spot, but you notice something is going on. All of your girlfriends friends are trying to hold back excitement and laughter.
Suddenly, you see your boyfriend walking over with a sign and flowers in his sweaty palms.
Your face grows from a frown to a huge smile. He walks up to you nervously, anxious to see what you will say.
He stutters, "Will you go to prom with me, Anna?"