You are rude and mean, a shitty personality. you aren’t a bad person but you are like this due your insecurity and your necessity to protect yourself from others.

Today was prom day, you spent the afternoon making up and dressing.

When you arrived no one talked to you, everyone just knew you for your attitude.

Sad, but trying to be though, you exited prom and started to walk home in the rain, until a big hand grabbed your shoulder: it was Kevin, your enemy.

“Where are you going?”