At last, it was here, Prom 2015, the most anticipated day of the year for most students. I had waited for this since the seventh grade, and, of course, I had searched weeks and weeks and weeks for the perfect dress. At that time, the dress, along with every other fine detail that goes along with prom planning, was my only worry. I wish I wouldn’t have taken those petty problems seriously. But, I was the only sophomore in an all senior clique; therefore, I had high expectations for prom. I had started preparing months in advance. Soon enough, the days were drawing closer and the excitement was getting stronger. From the start of my day, to the eventful prom night, my life took a turn for the worst. Those problems of prom planning seemed like
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It was 9 o’clock in the morning and the chaos had already begun. My brand new earrings broke, I was dissatisfied with my prom hair, and my makeup stylist was running late, causing my prom group to get behind schedule. Despite all the hold ups, my friends and I still made our dinner reservations and arrived at the prom parade in no time. Everyone walked across the red carpet with their dates, parents took numerous pictures in awe of their children, and jr. high envied us. As the night went on, I felt as if I had reached the peek of my high school experience and nothing could bring me …show more content…
The good thing about living in a tight knit community is when crises strike, everyone is there to help. My church has an apartment above it, and that 's where my family stayed. Unfortunately, six people in a one bedroom apartment was a little too crowded for comfort. Therefore, my friends’ family kindly welcomed me into their home for as long as I needed. Emotionally, there wasn 't much people could offer us, but churches, the school board, and banks were collecting donations and set up a benefit account for my family to help us financially. In the mornings, I went through the motions. I was surrounded by love and friends doing all they could to help, but at night, I was alone. Nights were haunted by the replays of vibrant shades of red and orange in my head engulfing my protection, my memories, and my
It was 9 o’clock in the morning and the chaos had already begun. My brand new earrings broke, I was dissatisfied with my prom hair, and my makeup stylist was running late, causing my prom group to get behind schedule. Despite all the hold ups, my friends and I still made our dinner reservations and arrived at the prom parade in no time. Everyone walked across the red carpet with their dates, parents took numerous pictures in awe of their children, and jr. high envied us. As the night went on, I felt as if I had reached the peek of my high school experience and nothing could bring me …show more content…
The good thing about living in a tight knit community is when crises strike, everyone is there to help. My church has an apartment above it, and that 's where my family stayed. Unfortunately, six people in a one bedroom apartment was a little too crowded for comfort. Therefore, my friends’ family kindly welcomed me into their home for as long as I needed. Emotionally, there wasn 't much people could offer us, but churches, the school board, and banks were collecting donations and set up a benefit account for my family to help us financially. In the mornings, I went through the motions. I was surrounded by love and friends doing all they could to help, but at night, I was alone. Nights were haunted by the replays of vibrant shades of red and orange in my head engulfing my protection, my memories, and my