It's prom night, the best night of our lives they say, but clearly not for me. My best friend's boyfriend just blew up, so now I'm here alone.
I'm dancing by myself. I get bored of that. I run off to the washroom. But before I get there I see a figure.
“J.D.?” I ask the figure.
“Goodbye, Heather M.” He rushes into the gym holding a hachette.
I run after him and grab it out of his hands. And then everyone sees me, the girl in the pink dress, holding a hachette. Now I'm the villain in your history.
My teacher gives us the strangest prompts and I'm 89% sure she's trying to find one I can't write a fan fiction about.
