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© 1992 Joreth InnKeeper

It's only been one minute. I'm sure he will show up. Robert Stevens, captain of the swimming and diving teams, really asked me to the prom; me! It's like a dream come true. He's so smart and funny, and oh-my-God, what a hunk. I wonder why he asked me? I'm not exceptional at anything. I get average grades, have an average body, an o.k. face, and average, everyday, boring brown hair. What if it's just a joke? What if he only asked me to show off to his friends and then planned to take that bimbo Kelly Williams? She's been hanging all over him like a cheap, fake fur coat ever since she dumped that college guy. She's such a tramp!

What could Robert see in her? She's got that phony, bleach-blond hair, and the 50 dollar manicure, the cheap, 1/2-a-step-above-hooker-outfits (which, by the way, can't be called hooker clothes only because any normal hooker couldn't afford them.) and the cute, little "my-daddy's-a-sucker-for-his-only-daughter" convertible. How could he stand me up for that spoiled bitch? Her body might be perfect, but mine is good too. I work out, I eat right. Just because I can't afford her 200 dollar massages doesn't make her better. And my hair is better than hers, anyway. Mine doesn't have chemical damage. Surely Robert's smarter than that.

Oh god, he's a minute and 30 seconds late! Maybe he stopped to get me a single red rose. Or better yet, a dozen roses. No, no, a box of candies. He is sweet. I can tell by the way he held the door open for me as we walked out of the school building together. That was right before he asked me to the prom. Oh wow! I'm actually going with Robert Stevens! I hope I look good enough for him. I want him to be proud to have me walk in on his arm tonight. Maybe he won't think this dress looks expensive enough. I didn't have to spend a fortune on it. I got it at this little thrift shop downtown. A person can get the cutest outfits for almost nothing! But those rich people can smell money. They can tell how much something costs just by a glance. I bet his well-off eyes won't even see my quaint, middle class house as anything more that less-than-his. How dare he think my house is run-down! What a snob. I never should've accepted that jerk's invitation! I could've gone with John, my old stand-by for a date. He's o.k. He's pretty cute, average, like me. I could never think of him as anything more than a friend, or even a brother on some occasions.

But if I think of him like a brother, then I would be going to the prom with my BROTHER! Ew! I would never stoop that low. No, it's better to be going with Robert. Besides, if he didn't like the fact that I wasn't rich, then why would he ask me?

He is so sweet. Not letting the money-thing get in the way of asking me. Maybe he really likes me. Maybe that's why he's late; it took him a while to find his class ring, which he would have to give to me tonight, because how much more romantic can you get then to give the girl of your dreams you class ring on prom night? Then we'll move in together after graduation, and go to the same college. After college, we'll get married, and move to California. Then...

Oh no, mom found her camera. I'll just die if she takes pictures. He'll be so embarrassed, then he won't want to dance with me all night. He'll drop me off early, then go out with his buddies afterward. If mom takes pictures, I think I'll just go up to my room, shut the door, and never come out. What was I thinking? Getting married! Like he would want to give me his class ring. He's probably late because he's procrastinating picking me up. What an ass!

Robert better pick me up. I didn't get all dressed up just to stay at home and watch t.v. with the folks. They always watch those stupid, Saturday night sitcoms where the world's biggest crisis can be solved in a half hour, and everybody's happy. None of the girls ever have a real problem. They always get fair grades, never have unfair parents, and always get the guy. They've probably never been stood up on prom night before. Not like normal girls. Not like me. The next time I see Robert, I'm gonna tell him what a stupid, conceited, no-good, jerk he is! Omigon, he's here! Only two minutes late. I'm gonna tell him off for giving me this anxiety attack. I'm gonna... Wow, what a babe!

What a sweetheart! Imagine being late because he wouldn’t let the florist get away with one less rose on my corsage! I wonder if he wants a boy or a girl first.

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