I wake up and look, around.  Today is my last homecoming dance of my high school career, and it’s the third dance I have been to since my freshman year.  I have the beautiful purple and black dress, shoes, and all I have to do is get ready.

I get ready just enough time for pictures.  My friend, AnnMarie comes over for them.  Unfortunately we are both going stag because no guy asked us out.  So, we take the pictures and our parents leave.  We’re just talking about what the dance would be like, band class, and of course guys.  When I spot a deer.  Picture this, two girls in high heals and nice dresses bolting for their cameras and slipping on the floor to get a picture of the beautiful animal.  We get a couple  nice pictures before the doe goes  back into the woods. 

After that, we are supposed to go to my friend Hannah’s party before the dance where we get to take, you guessed it, more pictures!  I have never been to Hannah’s house before so getting there was kind of difficult.  When we get there we took millions of pictures.  A leg picture, one with our thumbs up, and a fish-face pictures.  Suffice to say, I will never see those pictures.  After pictures we were going to go to Olive Garden.

So, everyone follows me- the girl with the Camaro sports car- to Olive Garden.  We all decide to go on the freeway.  All the while Annmarie and I were talking,

“So, what do you think we are going to get at festival this year?”  Annmarie says.  She means marching festival and I don’t really care for marching so I didn’t answer because I was merging on the freeway. 

When I say never follow a sports car I mean it.  I lost everyone who was following me as soon as I merged.  My car goes fast, there’s does not.  In my defense they said they knew where they were going.  Annmarie and I just made it to Olive Garden when we get the phone call, “We’re lost we just passed 14 mile road exit.”  Olive Garden is by 20 mile road, so they went six miles out of their way before they figured they were lost.  So Annmarie and I go to Olive Garden when we meet up with our friend, Raymond and his date.  Only to find out Olive Garden has an hour and a half wait and the dance starts in an hour.

We wait until everyone gets there, and we end up eating at the local mall’s food court.  The dance was just like any other dance.  Couples dry humping..wait I mean grinding up against each other.  The usual happy dance times. 

The end