Wendy's Story, Part 1


Okay, so it's the night of the senior prom and I'm all ready to go, right? I was in the living room with Mom and Dad and they were telling me to have fun but to be safe and all that stuff. "The limo will pick you up after the dance at 12:30," Dad said, "and then you only have it for an hour." I don't know if Dad really liked the idea of renting a limo, but I told him he couldn't go back on a promise to his only child. "I don't see why you aren't going with David," said Mom. God, do I have to explain this to her again? "Mom, David and I are through. I know I've said that before, but this time I really mean it. I'm going to the prom with Paul, okay? Cope." "Okay, okay," she said. "Say hello to Karen for me." "Sure." Karen has been my best friend since we were in second grade. Every formal dance we've been to, we've been to together. So, naturally, I'm going with her to this one, too. It was close, though, since Karen didn't even have a date two weeks ago. I introduced her to Gordon, this guy I work with, last week and they seemed to hit it off. Now they're going to the dance together. Then the limo pulled up. I shouted goodbye and they kept shouting "Have fun! Don't do anything unsafe!" and I got in the limo. We drove around town to pick up Paul and Gordon, and then it was off to Karen's house. Our wonderful night was all ready to begin!
	by Brian Tivol

Okay, so it's the night of the senior prom and I'm all ready to go, right? I was in the living room with Mom and Dad and they were telling me to have fun but to be safe and all that stuff.

"The limo will pick you up after the dance at 12:30," Dad said, "and then you only have it for an hour." I don't know if Dad really liked the idea of renting a limo, but I told him he couldn't go back on a promise to his only child.

"I don't see why you aren't going with David," said Mom.

God, do I have to explain this to her again? "Mom, David and I are through. I know I've said that before, but this time I really mean it. I'm going to the prom with Paul, okay? Cope."

"Okay, okay," she said. "Say hello to Karen for me."

"Sure." Karen has been my best friend since we were in second grade. Every formal dance we've been to, we've been to together. So, naturally, I'm going with her to this one, too. It was close, though, since Karen didn't even have a date two weeks ago. I introduced her to Gordon, this guy I work with, last week and they seemed to hit it off. Now they're going to the dance together.

Then the limo pulled up. I shouted goodbye and they kept shouting "Have fun! Don't do anything unsafe!" and I got in the limo. We drove around town to pick up Paul and Gordon, and then it was off to Karen's house.

Our wonderful night was all ready to begin!

by Brian Tivol