I Took a Sip of Something Poison (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

Senior Prom Isn't All It's Made Up To Be

The weeks leading up to Prom were super boring, nothing happened and no one asked me to the dance, big shocker there. I tried to back out of DJ'ing the dance several times, but Susan wouldn't let me. I was stuck going to this dance that I didn't even really want to go to.

The week before Prom was insane, it was tradition at our school that girls dress up and guys dress in nicer clothes. Today was the Wednesday of that week, your clothes were supposed to get nicer and nicer as the week went by and finally the Saturday night when Prom was held was when you dressed in the nicest clothes. Our school traditions are weird like that.

I sighed as I pulled out a dress from my closet, everyone in my friend group was going to make fun of me today. I never wear dresses to school, I always feel so awkward in them. I forced myself to do it though. I got compliments in the hallways, so I guess they were worth it sometimes. I slipped on the black floor length dress and adjusted the straps before I threw on Drew's old denim jacket so I wouldn't get dress coded at school. I straightened my hair and put on some makeup before I grabbed my backpack and drove myself to the school.

When I got there, I immediately went to the band hall to put my clarinet away. I ran into Jackson as he walked out of his office. I literally ran into him, almost making him spill his coffee all over the place. "Mr. Jackson! I'm so sorry!" I apologized as I backed up and nearly ran over a freshman as he shyly walked into the band hall. I turned red and apologized quickly to the kid, who blushed and hurried away.

"You know it's Prom week when Calliegh Martin wears a dress to school." Jackson chuckled and shook his head a little.

"Oh, shut up." I laughed as he picked up my clarinet case because I had dropped it.

"Here, don't drop it again, we need you to be able to play this for contest."

"I know, I know." I rolled my eyes and tried to fit my clarinet in its locker. I finally put it in and opened my other locker that held my bass for jazz band and stuck my band binder in it.

I walked out of the band hall and went to the video journalism club's room and greeted Mr. Harrison. "Hey, Brent."

"Oh, hey, Cal." The teacher looked up from his computer slightly and waved me in before looking back down, only to look back up and stare. "Damn, did someone die?"

"No, it's Prom week." I snorted from the doorway.

"I'll never get used to this high school's traditions, they're so different than mine."

"That's probably because you're only, like, twenty three, so your high school traditions are still fresh in your memory." I rolled my eyes and dropped myself into a chair by his desk.

"Okay, I can see that." He laughed and looked at me like me was trying to figure something out. "Okay, what's got my club president all strung out?"

"Just stress." I shrugged.

"Come on, those colleges will start to take notice in you soon enough, I know it." He winked.

"Well, sometimes I think I need to think about a back up plan for film school because I still don't know of any film schools to apply for!" I sighed and leaned my head up against the wall behind the chair.

"Don't worry, it'll all come to you in good time."

"If you say so, sometimes I think I'm going into the wrong field."

"You're one of the best film makers I've seen, especially at a high school level!" Brent closed his laptop so he could see me better.

"I know, I just think that I'm not cut out for it."