Project: Getting revenge

Prom shopping

Note: the dress with the diamond belt and platted bodice is Mels dress and the other is Phoebe's

A few months later

"So, prom is coming up." Says Daniel excitedly.
"Prom? Ew." I say.
"You know normally the girl is the one excited about prom!"
"Well I'm not like normal girls."
"Your so cliche you know?"
"I know." I say smugly.

"Well? Are you going to run for Prom queen?"
"Na, I don't even feel like going this year. It's not that fun anymore."
"WHAT?! You're not going?!"
"Na, probably not."
"But Phoebe, prom is like the highlight of the year! It's what everyone looks forward to."

"Not for me anymore. I don't get what all the excitement is about."
He gives me a look of disbelief.
"Phoebe, I have known you long enough to know that this isn't what it's about. Why don't you want to go, really?" I sigh.

"I was going to go with Kyle, but it doesn't seem the same going with anyone else."
"Even me?" he says with a cheeky grin.
"I guess not." I say.

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"Lets go shopping!" squeals Mel.
"Don't you ever get sick of shopping? I mean I like it and everything, but it takes so long! I could be at home watching movies or something."
She gives me a look of disbelief.
"No."
I shrug and go to the car.

We arrive at the shopping centre and head for a dress shop. Ugh, I hate these shops. The sales lady is always fake as hell.
She has this fake smile on, and if she thinks you won't buy anything she suddenly goes all rude.
"What coulour? They have red, blue in four shades, three shades of green, white, and black. Oh, and pink."
I groan. Looks like it's going to be a long day.

We finally find our dresses, with matching shoes and accessories.
Unfortunately we have to wear a corsage, so I get a pretty one with white roses.
My dress is a light blue with a silver over layer, and a see though back.
It is utterly amazing.

"Phoebe!" screams Mike in my ear.
"F*ck off Mike!" I say angrily.
He chuckles.
"But we are having a meeting." he pouts.
"At this early hour?"
"Late actually." he says, producing a clock showing 11 o'clock.
"Seriously? Why'd you wake me up then?"
"I already said, we are having a meeting."

I groan and roll out of bed.
"Another meeting? Geez your obsessed!"

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