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.Before the Prom.
~Queenie~
The night of Prom. I was cuddling my stuffed bear, a tub of ice cream in my lap and a the album of Journey on my record player. I sang along with the music, in tune. This was one of the songs Duckie would always sing to me when we were together. My favorite band, Duckie would put up with it for me. Stop, I warned myself. You're trying to get over him. Stop thinking about him. But I couldn't help myself. What would happen if Duckie was, yet again, rejected by Andie? I snuck a glance to my closet door, which on it was hanging my Prom dress. It was a sleeveless darker green dress that brought out my eyes. I would have preferred purple, but no matter how much I loved it, it was not my color. The dress sparkled in the light. It was gorgeous. I loved it. I had bought it just in case I was asked, which I wasn't, but perhaps now was the time to go?
No, I thought. I will not go to a Prom alone. I have no friends other than Andie and Duckie and I'm not going to ruin their night. I stood up anyways and walked over to my dress, taking it off the hanger and grabbing my shoes. Damn my stupid heart. Why couldn't I just get over him?
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