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====>Warning: this is Not a cliche bad boy,good girl story!!!!
Life story of an immigrant Russian girl, named Elizaveta ,who moves to America with her family because of her dads gambling problems. When she grows older she makes...
Once, I stepped inside our school cafetria I felt like I have walked into a new place.It didn't look like the regular everyday caftria.all walls were painted in white and red colors with golden lines here and there.Unfortunatly students were all the same except from the fact that tonight they were all dressed up girls were glaring at each other and boys were checking girls butts out,What a night. Currently I was waiting for Isaiah to return back with my drink or anything to eat.Music was shitty, So I automatically assumed that the food must be shitty too.
Few minutes later he returned back with two red cups and with a plate full of pizza, chips and salsa. I thanked him and grabbed my drink. At first I was afraid to drink it because It was a cafeteria food, but when I tried it, it was actually pretty good. I'm not going to lie about this one.
"hey ,are you going to drink your fruit punch?" I asked Isaiah, while slowly moving my hand to reach for the cup.successfully I was about to drink when someone came running from behind and hit me so hard that I splashed the drink all over my dress.
"Eyy what the heck dude.What's your problem?" Isaiah flipped out.His face turning red from rage.I tried to grab his arm,trying to prevent what is going to happen next.but I was too late. Isaiah was already holding onto the other guys collar.I knew exactly this is going to happen the moment the guy hit me.But, thanks to our principal, Mr.Johnson, that is the furthest their argument went. Turns out the other guy had couple of alcoholic drinks which made it pretty easy for us to get out of the argument
This has been a really frustrating day. I have always thought that prom would be the most important night of my life, when Before getting escorted out of my house by my date I would have y pictures taken by my mother, she would kiss me goodbye and tell me how I look beautiful and this is going to be the night of my life. Then I would come here dance all night and have time of my life and at midnight be the prom queen and share my special dance with prom king. This is nowhere close to what I thought my prom would be like. At least we have couple of more hours till we have to return home from our "big night".
"Do you want to go dance?" Isaiah asked,looking at the almost empty dance floor.
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"Is there anything else left to do?" I answered him by asking another question which made him laugh and shake his head.
"This is one of the reasons I like you," I cringed when he said the word "like" and not "love".I mean it still bugged me that even after 4 years of dating he never dared to drop the main L word. I'm getting used to it though. "You are always sarcastic." He said while checking out some girls ass.
I thought to myself, "could my night get any worse?" . I finally came to realization that I'm only wasting time by not doing anything."fudge this shit, let's go dance."
