You sat on the bleachers of the school hall, watching the other students dance in their beautiful dresses and charming suits. You wish it was you down there dancing with your prom date, not that other guy. But it wasn’t a surprise.

You feel the bleacher sink slightly, and you looked beside you, seeing the girl from your art class in her deep purple dress.

Veronica looked over at you, her expression kinda bored.

Veronica, mumbling slightly: “You got ditched too, hm?”