her words.

part forty

June 6,

School's about to be out and I'm ending junior year as a whore. When I told them I'd show them a whore, I didn't actually mean it. 

"Celeste, come on. We have to go.", says my mother. She stand in my doorway expectantly.

"For what?", I ask.

"Your fitting. For your prom dress."

I had forgotten about my prom dress. I had forgotten about prom. But I wasn't going to back out. I couldn't I promised Aimee I'd go.

"No matter what, Celeste.", she held out her pinky as her brown hair blew slightly in the breeze.

"No matter what.", I agree, linking my pinky with hers.

        I try and think of the best possible way to tell my mother that I'm actually going to do what she wants. She's still standing there, waiting.

"You know, I havent read it.", she gestures towards Aimee's journal. "I wasn't planning on it."

        I decide that's a valid reason for me to go with her. I get up and tell her I'll be ready in five minutes. I do what she says for once, partly because I know she was trying to let me go... because she wanted me to love her again.

But mostly because of my promise.