Prom

I've tried keeping this to myself. I only told those whom I knew wouldn't laugh at me for being conceited or tell me I was being petty.

Senior Prom is meant to be a "right of passage". That is what everyone tells me anyway. They've told me that I will regret it later. That I will wish I would have been more involved in my high school years. But the thing is, I don't belong here. I don't belong in this time period and I sure as heck don't belong in a life where I feel forced to do everything I hate.

Las Vegas is cool. Tons of outrageously expensive gowns. Poker. Slot machines. Music blaring The whole nine yards. So why wasn't prom that fun for me? I felt abandoned. I wanted to crawl up in my cubby back home but I couldn't. I was stuck trying to please these people that call themselves my friends and my family.
I'll admit that the evening started out kinda fun. I finally accomplished putting makeup on for once. I kinda liked the poofy Cinderella like dress I had. I went with two of the coolest guy friends I could have asked for. And we even convinced my dad to dress up and play chauffeur. But after we got there, after everyone started jumping up and down to this horrible dub step remix stuff; I was left regretting that I spent ninety-five dollars on these four hours of my life. I sat in a corner hating that my camera wasn't working so I couldn't even get pictures with my teachers. I got up every time a friend came to my table to join me in the fun only to return when they got too preoccupied grinding on their dates.
After prom was kinda cool though. I got to go laser tagging for the first time in my life with some people I like to think are my friends. That was probably the highlight of he night though an to think that out of six hours I enjoyed the forty minutes of running around with fake guns the most.

I definitely think that prom would have been more fun for me if I had more people who didn't care to spend the night with their dates. Or say we actually had the poker tables set up so I could play against the teachers. Or if the theme was a masquerade ball, I really could have got into that and hidden who I was so more people wanted to hang out with me. Oh well. What's done is done.

I just wish the conversation and drama didn't have to carry over into the following week.

-The Original NightDweller