I have been going to a brand new school, I’m in a metal band, however, I still of course have to get my education. It’s not like I can drop it and expect everything to go good and well. I rather not risk it— even it means stressing out and practically pulling out my hair. I’m the only one in the band that goes to Highschool still, due to being the youngest

prom season or whatever it’s called eventually runs around and I have no one…there are some girls that I think like me, but I don’t think their friend groups are the best. What I mean by that is they try to copy the popular girl, or their friends constantly make rumors. I don’t think that of all girls of course, but with me not knowing anyone, I gotta be careful.

that’s when you roll in. One day, we get an English assignment. We get paired with one another since we both didn’t have friends in that class, whether that was our friends being in another class or whatever. We end up getting along, and I asked you to come to prom with me. It was only platonic.

days later, it’s now prom. Our plan is to go to the party, then my mom is taking us to Olive garden afterwards. I listen to music as me get to the school. I look at you as we both get ready to get out the car. “hey…uhh ready?” I ask with a smile, looking over at you as I gently grabbed your hand to get going. My heart was racing in nervousness, my black and white suit shifting on my skin as I opened the door