Prom: A Personal Story

Personal Story
In a majority of novels, movies, or any form of story-telling the protagonist goes through great life changing trials and stands at the end of his journey victorious; however, the world we live in works much differently than that. Our lives are filled with monotonous, repetitive, stressful situations that wear us down and eventually we come to the conclusion that this is the norm. We learn from a very young age to just take whatever comes our way, like having a pet run away, experiencing the death of a close relative, or getting bullied for being too short in high school. Eventually we learn to learn to just take the hits because the matter of the fact is, life takes way too much and gives very little in return, that is assuming

that you get anything in return in the first place. However, there are only a handful of days in your entire life that you will cherish with everything in your heart because those are the days that everything went your way and then some more, unfortunately those days are only preceded by months of hellish proportions. To give you a little context this is the story of why I moved away from Memphis, Tennessee and into Cookeville.
It was April of 2015 and I was finally turning eighteen and what was more interesting is that prom was finally coming around the corner, and now being a senior in highschool I had a shot at going. Even though I was well liked by most and was adored by others, very few people actually found me attractive and there were even fewer I shared a mutual attraction with, and at that moment I had only one chance and that was to ask out the most attractive girl at my school, Emily. However, being a huge fan of procrastination I decided to put it off til the second to last day to sign up for prom. Why you may ask? Well you see she was having problems with a former ex boyfriend, who had himself a problem of letting go. However there was one positive thing about having Arron around and it's that both me and Emily hated him, but it wasn’t just us, it was more like everyone who ever met him. Maybe it was his pasty skin or the fact that he always squinted his eyes like he was having to look at the sun, but the reason why I hated him solely rested on the fact that he had a habit of warming up to people only to stab them in the back.
Fortunately for me he was long gone and I finally had the chance to ask Emily to prom, to which she said yes.

Eventually prom day came to pass, and things could not be looking better for me. I was wearing a black suit and vest sporting a bow tie and a white button up shirt, while she was wearing a dazzling blue dress and her blond hair tied up in a way that made the other girls writhe in envy. When we arrived to the prom parking lot she turned and said “Man it’s pretty cold out.”unaware of what she meant I replied, “I thought you brought a jacket with you?” she rolled her eyes, “I do but It’s not that warm, because it only goes down to the waist.” safely protected from the cold winds by my own jacket I replied, “Well then what's the purpose of that jacket if it doesn’t keep you warm.” Letting out a sigh of defeat Emily opened the car and retrieved her jacket. Noticing a disturbance of some kind I began to search for clues, and upon entry to prom I noticed that every prom date was wearing a black jacket. I was immediately filled with shame that I had failed to pick up on the oldest trick in the book, but fortunately for me whatever I lacked in romance, I made up with spontaneous fun and excitement. About halfway through the night I noticed that Emily was sitting down looking at her phone with a vexed look on her face. Doing my best to navigate amongst dancing teenagers, I made my way to her table to see what was wrong. She then explained to me that this guy has been

endlessly texting her for about a month and she can’t get him to stop. I then asked to see the messages after which I scrolled through paragraph after paragraph, realising that whoever this is will not stop unless she made it clear as day that she did not want to talk to him. I asked her if I could send a quick text to make this stalker stop, and after a quick approval from Emily I sent the message “k cool” in response to his four paragraphs, after which the messages stopped and we danced into the night.
Shortly after prom my class graduated and after saying our farewells, and everyone went their separate ways including me. However two months into the summer I decided to hangout with my friends and watch some movies at their house. So far the day was filled with potential and I had no cares in the world, except for the fact that I looked back at prom and wished I gave my jacket to my date, none the less I was excited to spend the day with my friends. That was until