My First Prom...Pt. 2

by Andrea   Apr 26, 2005

*remember that the stanzas with a dash (-) before the quotation is my mother's words going through mind of what she said to me before I left for prom.*

I felt a tap on my shoulder and others
Yelling my name in such joy.
I lightly jumped and realized that
The video was not playing anymore
And all eyes were on me.

“Go up there Andrea, what are you waiting for?
It’s you!”


I stood up with a blank expression
And smiled stupidly while everyone clapped.
I had no idea why they were applauding.

Mrs. Files (Algebra 2 Teacher)
“Come here sweety…”

I walked over to her and hugged her,
Silently asking, “What’s going on?”

She giggled, “You won!”

Oh…well that was helpful.
Let me just stand here and smile
While I look like an idiot.

Mrs. Files handed me generously
A beautiful bouquet of red roses

I can’t be prom queen or anything
Because I was told they don’t do that here.

As I sat back down, girls were whispering.
I heard one behind me,

“Of course she would get it. She is so conceited.
She thinks everyone likes her. God, how pathetic.”

My eyes got big and started to water.
I pretended that I didn’t hear what she said.

My date beside me smiled handsomely
And held my hand under the table.
I was secretly smiling inside…

This night keeps fluctuating from good to bad.
I wonder what is next?
Damn, I probably shouldn’t have said that.

Two hours passed of less laughter,
Less dancing, less pictures and poses,
Less compliments, more gossip.

Almost eleven o’clock…must leave.
Must be back at midnight.

Goodbyes were said and exchanged…

Alone yet again in the limo,
But the mood has changed.

I could smell alcohol on his breath.

Ignore the harsh scent…
Ignore the awkward moment…

“You can stick your heads out of the astro…”
The driver said from the intercom.

We slid open the top and noticed the
Beautiful scenery of the park.
The limo circled the pond with the
Decorative lights reflecting it the water.

This image will never leave my sight.

The chilly air made me shiver.
We snuggled warmly back inside.

He held me close for a while.
I slightly dozed…

I peeked my eyes.
I was being held even closer.

His eyes were burning me.

The look…
The moment…

He pulled me to him.

A gentle kiss on my lips…

-“I wouldn’t even care if you got raped.
Hell, you would probably like it or beg
For him to.”-

I stopped…slipping away…
I cannot do this.
I’m not ready.

He tried to lock my eyes,
Coming closer once again.

No refusal…Giving in…

My eyes are closed ever so tight.
A horrible memory comes back to me.

I thought I buried it deep…but no not enough.

To the surface it rises…I feel the pain again.
I am trying to yell no but he forces me…
Too strong…

“No!,” I yelped unexpectedly.

He stops, as he was about to undress me,
And lets go…”What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this. I want to go home.”

He came back closer and tried to touch me.
“But wh—”

I felt my hand clash his cheek mildly,
Leaving it a little flushed.

Should have slapped him harder…

I never thought I would ever say
That I wanted to go back home.

…the next part gets more intense, i'll try my best to go in detail of what happened. i'll submit it tomorrow…


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Latest Comments

  • 13 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Part two better than one, the suspense is getting to me. hugs, love, *Ann*

  • 13 years ago

    by Shyanne

    Hey Ur an awesome writter and im lookin forward to pt 3!. ....

  • 13 years ago

    by destiny

    woah! that was like, it just left me speechless...keep up the great writing-hope to read of your work...never change!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 13 years ago

    by SheiLa

    U R NOT UGLY.. U R BEAUTIFUL.. im soo mad.. they just being dissatified of what you have(your mom or the other gals) listen, ignore them.. if u keep listen n have it in ur mind.. it will tore u down hun.. stay strong.. im waititng for part 3


  • 13 years ago

    by Solace

    It was wonderfully written.. I just wish it never happend to you... Keep your head up and take care (always).. Can't wait to for the next... *hugs*

    *> : PainOfOne