The VW camper vans were fabulous, ours was light turquoise and really beautiful, we were really lucky.
While the girls were all emotional and 'in the moment', i felt confused and began to daydream.
He last texted me this morning, telling me he hadn't got his ticket... however I wasn't much surprised and told him it wouldn't matter. Although, being here right now - i know it mattered.
My expectations of prom were probably at its highest 4 months ago and now it was finally here, I wasn't sure what I was expecting.
'Guys look!' Abi sounded.
i turned my head to notice the massive tank about to enter in before us, then the limo, followed by a hand-made Chinese dragon - which in my opinion, was the best.
Suddenly, i had no time left to faff with the 'what ifs', it was time to enter.
I looked around me, I was with all of my best friends and it just felt right that I should be with them. Maybe they were all i needed.
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When we got out of the van I didn't feel all eyes on me, which of course is a good thing but I felt all of the people judging me before I even walked out of the van.
However, when I arrived I was so happy to see all of my friends, who arrived with different groups, those I love and hug them tight, because they meant an awful lot to me.
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it was so nice to have a good twenty minutes of watching people arrive on their transports, pondering about who they could be and always being surprised when they revealed themselves.
' where is he then?' asked Linda
' i'm not too sure, he said he was arriving with Sam.'
'Abi found Gordon then' She said as our eyes found them together stood awkwardly in a circle.
' do you think we should go over there?' asked Cursty.
' I think Abi can handle herself, she's in control.'
I didn't really approve of her date, i knew she could do better. I feel that both me and Abi were slightly invested with this whole prom thing and what was expected of us, the only real difference between us was i feel Abi knew what was going on, i had no clue.
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