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Ch.38 | Dresses and Water Guns

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As the weeks pass, it's finally time to start worrying about Prom.

I know what you are thinking... you're a junior, why are you worrying about Prom? Well, it's simple really. Juniors are allowed to go to the Senior Prom, and Shane actually asked me if I wanted to go.

I told him we should wait until our Senior Prom, but he insisted we can do both.

Angie heard the news of us going, so she practically forced Jaxon to ask her, so now she and I are currently at the mall looking for prom dresses.

"Do you think I should go with a black dress, or navy blue?" Angie asks while holding up two completely different dresses.

"Honestly, they both would look good on you." I say, browsing through some dresses for myself.

It's safe to say, that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. I've never been to a prom before, let alone a school dance. I don't even wear dresses, so this is all so new to me.

"You're going to have to help me out here, because I'm about as clueless as Miss America standing in a football field." I sigh, slouching against the wall of the store.

Angie rolls her eyes, but finally takes some time to look at some dresses for me.

"I say you go for a deep red color. It'll bring out your dark eyes and hair, making you look all sexy and whatnot." She says, eyeing a few red dresses from the clothes rack.

"Uh, me? Sexy? God, you're hilarious." I deadpan.

Angie narrows her eyes at me as she takes a red dress off the rack. Then, her eyes soften.

"How is therapy going?" She asks, causing my stomach to twist.

I hate talking about it, but I know that it's important to my recovery.

I've been seeing a therapist every Thursday, for the last two weeks, and I can honestly say it's starting to help. Talking about your problems with a complete stranger may seem ridiculous, but it's actually a little comforting.

It's comforting to know that the person you're talking to, doesn't know every detail of your life or your past. That the person you're talking to doesn't know your fears, or your dreams. That the person you're talking to doesn't have the room to judge you, because A. They're paid not to judge you, and B. Because they haven't lived with what you've lived with.

It's a fresh mind being able to hear all of your thoughts and concerns, and being able to rationalize what options you have in order to make each situation better.

It's just, calming.

"It's going okay, I guess. JoAnn thinks I'm progressing." I find the urge to smile.

"That's good. Have you..." She trails off.

"Eaten today?" I raise an eyebrow. Angie only looks down at the red dress she's holding in her hands.

"Yes, I had a spinach and cheese omelet with a side of fruit." I say, a little sad that I didn't get any bacon or sausage links.

"Sounds... healthy." Angie sheepishly smiles and I laugh.