Do it for the prom dress

1~ your skirt is tucked up

"I ain't gonna pay that dress hun." My mum wags her finger at me.

"But mum, it's for prom!" I whine

"It is. It's also 300 dollars, which I'm not going to pay for a stupid dress!"

"UGH! IT'S NOT STUPID! But you know very well I can't afford it. I'm not going to prom wearing a garbage bag. Everybody else will be all nice and pretty and all their mums would have bought dresses for them." I grit teeth, glaring at my mum. In 2 months' time, I will be going to my prom. I was going to get my dress nice and early so it wouldn't be last minute. I was going to get it today, so I looked up on the shop's website and I had chosen the dress I was going to try on in store. Now Satan (otherwise known as Cruelladivile or my mother) has said no. 'It's too expensive, we can't afford it, blah blah blah." Ugh, I really hate that witch sometimes.

"I've got an idea!" My mum says. Here we go again...

"What?" I snap

"Get a job! That'll pay for the dress. Add that with your pocket money would add up to the right amount of money!" See, this is the kind of stuff I have to deal with every day. No wonder I'm slightly insane, it runs in my blood! Yay...

"Mum, I'm not getting a job. Boss' are so mean and stuff..."

"Then start up your own business. Do math tutoring or something! Oh! That's a great idea; you're brilliant at maths."

"Mum. I've failed my maths test, well, since ever. I have never gotten above a C in maths. Do me a favour and don't get your hopes up about me getting good at maths. If anyone should get a maths tutor, it should be me."

"Hmmm. What about babysitting?"

"MUM I DON'T WANT TO DO A JOB!"

"WELL THEN WEAR A GARBAGE BAG TO YOUR PROM!"

"FINE! I'LL FUCKING BABYSIT!"

"DON'T SWEAR AT ME YOUNG LADY!"

"FINE! I'LL BABYSIT! Is that better?" Mum storms out of the room. Dammit, I wanted to do a storm-off.

I want to talk to someone. This is really pissing me off. Well hell, I can't talk to dad or my twin brother, nor my mother, so I'll have to call somebody. This will be one heck of a long phone call, but if mum won't pay for my dress, then she'll have to pay for the phone bill. Ha. I look in my phone contacts to see who I should call. As soon as I see the name, I know she is perfect.

"Elanora Caprice Smith." I say

"Pearl Azalea Walters?"

"Will your mum pay for your prom dress?"

"I'm assuming so... Wait a sec." I hear footsteps through the phone line. Then I hear her say "Mum, if my prom dress is kind of expensive, will you still buy it?"

"Why yes sweetie, unless it's over 500 dollars. Then no. But under that is perfectly fine." Her mum's voice sweetly calls out. Ugh. I wish I had a mum like that.

"Okay thanks." I can hear more footsteps until I can hear Elanora say:

"Yeah she will."

"I wish I had your mum, so bad. My mum says she won't buy me the dress that is perfect because it's 300 dollars. Then she said that I had to get a job. I'm thinking of maybe babysitting but I don't want to. I don't know what to do Ella." (By the way Ella is Elanora. Nickname)

"Oh dear. Pearl, honey, there's nothing I can do. We have a code red. And you know the saying-"

"Code reds can't be fixed. I know." My head droops as I say that.