A-After Marcus' f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f--f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-ff-f-f--f-f-f-f-f-f-fight, I went to my locker to get some water.
Today, I was wearing this for prom:
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I-I-I-i-i-i--ii-i--i-ii-i-i-i-i-i-ii-i-i'm going to be the prettiest girl at prom uwu.
I walk into the gym and look for Marcus.
"H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-Hey M-M-M-M-M-Marcus."
Marcus smiled and grabbed my hand, spinning me as he saw my dress. "Beautiful." He muttered, his hand running through my hair. I blushed at his words and began dancing. Fight song was playing, and the night was going perfectly. We tangoed, spun, and did a conga line. It was amazing, until......
I woke up in Jake's house. I had a massive headache and my dress was ripped! I looked around and see that I wasn't the only one here. A bunch of other GIRLS were here. "I guess I am like other girls.." I muttered sourly. I got up and looked in the mirror and my long golden hair, that reached my knees, was messy and tangled. I pouted and left the house to see most of the boys from school laying on cars or the road. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-It looks like something happened here.." I yawned and walked home.
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'll ask M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Marcus in the morning.."
I changed into my PJs and went back to sleep in my bed.
