Ophelia POV
"Oh my gosh! Florence! Florence! Come look at this!"
"OPHELIA JACKSON. Stop screaming inside the halls, inside voices!" scolds Mr Withers.
"Sorry, sir..." I display a sheepish grin and go back to admiring the noticeboard. For upon its dusty, brown, cork-ish glory, was the poster I had been waiting all year for! It was... The Prom Poster!!! I can't believe it's finally here! The time for promposals, dates, couples, and all the single people who will find their true love at this very dance. But only then, after I had been scolded, Florence showed up, like where was she 5 minutes ago!
It's like a spotlight started to shine; illuminating her luscious black, voluminous, curls which started to bounce upon her shoulders like dew drops. But then she too saw the poster, her eyes started to widen with excitement in as she saw what I was looking at I making her chocolate brown eyes, well up with tears of excitement.
"OMG, OMG, OMG! It's Prom!" she squeals in my ear. We grab each other and start doing our happy, excited dance, even though we were in the middle of the hall and people were giving us weird looks like we were crazy.
As we start to walk to 4th period, design and technology(DT), we start to come up with ideas, themes, rides, and most important dates for the upcoming event, which might I say will be the best night of our lives.
The most important thing about prom for me though is the promposals. In England our promposals suck. So I read about them all the time.
And that's when the idea struck me.
It's the middle of English, and I'm supposed to be writing a letter to the minister of health, but you know when you have a eureka moment things happen. So without warning, I bolted up and out of my seat calling out, "What if we have a promposal competition!!!"
"Ophelia, darling, please do not disturb or shout out in my class, okay?"
"Sorry Miss..." oops. Major embarrassment. Miss Winsbury is really nice, so I kinda felt bad for interrupting. Anyway, back to the idea I just loudly professed. What if we have a promposal competition! Like I mean it would be fun. And it would promote prom? I think. I mean like plus it'll be a great way to spice up our last years of secondary school? Okay, I don't think I can lie but this is mainly for my enjoyment, but that doesn't mean the rest of the school won't enjoy it... plus this is sure to make Year 11 (Senior Year) fun.
I laugh to myself, thinking of the excellent opportunities this will bring.
"Ophelia."
Oops. I gasp, I have GOT to tell Florence my idea properly, but for now, let's just hope everyone forgot what I shouted and just remember that moment with laughter and my public embarrassment. Wait a minute. I hope they don't remember that moment.
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Finally class ends. It went on forever, (it was only 50 minutes)but we can spare details. Packing up my stuff I speed run out of the classroom hoping to be the first one out. But then Dominic blocked my way. Like, go away I've got places to be. Eurghh.
"Got somewhere to be Jackson?"
"Shut up, Morenzo. I've got places to be and people to see. So move."
"Oooo spicy one aren't you."
"I'll give 3 seconds to move out of my way before something happens."
"Uno."
"Really?"
"Dos."
"Your empty threats mean nothing, Jackson."
"Tres, no returns now Morenzo."
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Literatura Feminina"What if we have a promposal competition!" Ophelia Jackson loves prom. She absolutely adores it! So one day inspiration hits her and she decides to host a promposal competition! The rules are simple: -Whoever you ask you take to prom -You can work b...
