The Art of Pen Flirting (#LunaEast)

21

Everything went back to normal at Luna East after the school fair except everyone’s talking about prom right now. I never thought time would pass by quickly and that, after prom the seniors are finally leaving.

Leaving. Terrence is leaving, soon.

I sighed. Lisa always talked about her spa treatments, her strict diet to make sure she’ll fit on her dress while Esther was the silent one. She never mentioned about her dress, about her new rituals or anything but I know she’s excited for the prom since a hot guy, not so big deal but decent one asked her out.

I’m glad Esther’s not being like the other girls, babbling only about prom. Lisa pointing out that she’s broken hearted said I have her blessing. I don’t know on what. She also said to my face that she’s not expecting me to prom because I shouldn’t steal her spotlight. Esther just rolled her eyes at that. Typical trio behavior.

I took a deep breath before exiting the Luna East North Gate. It’s one of the weird afternoons where I don’t need to stay in TWP office after class.  The second issue went very well, as we got a number of people who helped us with the layout, pictures and even the articles. Well, that’s what you get when you got Terrence on your team. Anytime soon, before the year ends, we will have TWP second issue on our hands.

I never told mom I considered going to prom but I never bothered her for a dress. While I could get a dress on my own, I still didn’t work on it. I don’t know, maybe because prom is not my thing. I sent Terrence a letter that I don’t want to go after receiving prom tickets from his last letter.

Consider prom day a holiday for there are no classes because everyone’s getting ready for the big night. I sat around home doing weird things: watching tv, reading, eating, trying to sleep. Maybe, I was tired of my fiction books. Today felt like it lacks action, maybe because I wasn’t in school. When mom arrived home, there’s guy carrying a big box and so many other paper bags.

“What’s with all these stuff? You’re a shopaholic now?” I asked.

“You’re not going to prom? I just brought you a dress.”

My jaw dropped. I looked at her if this is some kind of a joke or what.

“Mom? You okay?” I asked.

“I need to ask you that. Macy, this is the time of your life! You should go to prom!”

“Mom, I told you prom is not my thing.”

She crossed her arms and shook her head like “tsk tsk tsking” me.

“Well, if it isn’t your thing, you’ll go to prom by my command.”

“Mom! That’s the most ridiculous thing in the world! You’re not the coolest mom anymore.”

                “I know but you’ll come with me!”

Though I was wearing my comfy home clothes, she dragged me to a salon nearby. The hairstylist and make-up artist were more excited than me for the prom (weird right?). I think I’ve been prepped to be a Barbie doll for almost two hours until I have to wear that black dress back at home.

“Now what?” I asked mom. She bought a lot (and really, a lot) of heels for me to choose from.

“The last part, you wear good shoes!” she said too excitedly. I sighed.

“My God, Macy! Are you even a girl?” She asked exasperated. I shook my head.

“I don’t know.”

“Come here!” so I obeyed. I wasn’t used to wear dresses so I am feeling awkward. It was a simple black tube, no gliterry studs or something. It was short, cut above my knee but it was long trailed on the back so it feels like I am dragging a black curtain whenever I am walking.