I went to the 8th grade bash thingie in a pink dress and a flower crown. My mom never got to dress me up pretty when I was little because I was a stubborn child so I let her pick something out just once. I didn't let her tell me what shoes to wear, though. If a zombie apocalypse started I wanted to be able to run. I would look pretty darn smexy with my shoelaces as I smashed their brains in.
