Audry Blue is just trying to get through high school alive and breathing armed with her books and lots of coffee in hand. Her older sister Cameron doesn't understand Audry and her fictional worlds, insisting that a social life is everything. As if h...
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"She'll smack me," Jace says.
"She's not going to smack you," I say rolling my eyes.
"I'm telling you, she'll smack me."
"Would you just go over there?"
Me and Jace stand underneath the basketball hoop blowing up balloons that are bigger than my head, not lying about that. Cameron recruited all the students in attendance that were willing to help with the prom decorating and so far things have been going smoothly. Well, as smooth as they're going now. Half an hour ago all the confetti bags that came in got crushed by a few students that tripped on the cords for the speakers that some other students were hooking up. The bags exploded and colorful pieces of paper flew everywhere which made the place look like a unicorn birthday party had taken place. Not only that, but we were running around frantically to find some aspirin for those who took the nasty fall and hurt themselves on the hard floor. Guess we don't need a confetti canon anymore but we will need to restock the nurse's station. Now there are other students sweeping up the confetti and putting it into giant trash bags. In Cameron's book, the confetti is still good, though I can imagine what a pain it's going to be to have to scoop the stuff into the big balloons that will be hung up above the stage that will be popped when the prom king and queen are announced. I can imagine that if the confetti was still in small bags that it would be a lot easier to handle. Then again, these big balloons aren't exactly that fun to blow up considering we ran out of helium and have to blow the rest up with just our mouths. Oh, what fun.
There are some people hanging up different decorations like the plastic vinyl records and the plastic oversized music notes on the wall. There are also others hanging up posters of Elvis, Frankie Lyman, Donna Summers, and anyone else who was big back in the 50's-60's era. The posters are going to take some time because of their large sizes but then again, who wants a crooked poster of Frank Sinatra hanging on the wall? It also amazed me to know just how many of those great musicians I could name since most of them are dead or dying and me being a teenager I'm only supposed to know mainstream radio. Maybe I should start listening to Cameron's music. Oh, how I never thought I would ever say those words in my entire life.
"What if she hates me even more for talking to her in front of the whole school?" Jace asks. He ties another end of the balloon before bouncing it up into the air and while it makes its descent downward, he begins blowing up another one.
"Well, then find another date," I answer. "Besides, you're a jock, she's a cheerleader. I'm sure the embarrassment will be bearable once you announce your engagement during lunch." I kick a balloon out of my way to reach into the small box of ones that are left. I'm saddened when I see we still have about twenty more. All these balloons are needed for a stupid balloon arch when I'm sure it'd be cheaper to just order one. Not to mention more humane on us.
"You're no help," Jace says bouncing a balloon off my head.
"I'm not supposed to be," I kick one up at him but he dodges it. "Now go. We don't have all day."
