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prom day

GOoooOoOd MoRnInG

So yes, today is prom day so y'all are finally gonna get to see my dress.  So here it is.

dO eYe lOoK hOt

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dO eYe lOoK hOt

I had my nail appointment at ten am, hair and makeup at 2:30, prom pics at five which were gonna be at my house and lastly prom at seven.   It was required to stay at prom till at least 10 for some weird fucking reason.  But whatever because there was a huge party for after prom.  Only one problem, It was at Mason's.  And I know you're telling yourself, "Is this bitch actually gonna fight someone again?", and my answer is no... I hope. 

See Mason and I have our problems... many problems.  But as of right now we are on decent terms as friends.  Once in a while at Woodstock or at any party he'll try to get with me but I haven't fallen to him and i'm not planning on it. 

I got acrylics, usually I wouldn't but it's prom and I was just in a mood.  I got them coffin shaped and a nice medium red.  Not too bright but not to dark. 

Next for my hair and makeup it was pretty simple.  I just had my hair blown out and straightened, then as for makeup I did a simple black eyeliner look so it didn't clash with my red lips.  Finally I was done with all the makeup, nail and hair bullshit. 

*ding*
Text message from 'Desarihoe'
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Ang: "Yo when can I come over?"
Stella: "Honestly now, all I gotta do put my dress on"
Ang: "awww my bb's going to prom"
Stella: "I wish you were coming with"
Ang: "When Steve and Evie were on a break he told me he'd take me but that break didn't last too long"
Stella: "lmao facts"
Ang: "see ya in 5"
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I slipped on my dress in front of the mirror.  I'm gonna let you guys in on a little secret that won't be to shocking considering it's coming from a twenty- first century teenager.  I'm extremely insecure.  I've just always hated my
body and no matter what people said or how people tried to make me feel, my image of myself has never changed.  But in this moment, I for once in my life, loved the way I looked.  Something about getting my hair all done up and getting dressed up in a gorgeous dress just made me feel... i don't know... pretty. 

I remember when my aunt was still alive, she always wanted to see me go off to prom looking exactly the way I did today.   Damn, I missed her more and more everyday.  But I knew she was always with me, she bought me a Saint Christopher chain for my sixteenth birthday and I haven't taken it off since.  I knew she had a huge smile on her face up there. 

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