Better Than The Prom Novels & Stories

I had made fun of her telling her she must think she was going to prom. Leaving the nail shop I called the guy that did all of our tattoos, he said he would fit us in if we hurried up there. Brooke and I were no stranger to tattoos, we both had a couple between us. Sam's shop was always busy, and when we pulled up I was amazed at the people that sat in their waiting. Brooke went first, Sam freehanded everything he did so it didn't take long for him to finish her up.

She winced. "Come on, don't be dramatic, Amelia. I never mentioned having interest in becoming a prom queen, so why that look?" I sighed as I got up. "I don't want Jessica Winterfalls or any of her girls to become the Prom queen because if they do, trust me, my gram story won't rest for a year and my prom night will only get ruined. But imagine if you become the Prom queen, come on, I'll be on cloud 9 throughout the party." She scowled.

I frowned when I noticed there was a slight layer of water on the edge of her eyes, too. "We have to move every few months." She mumbled. "It's my fault, isn't it?" "It's not your fault, honey," I told her. "Besides, NY is very fun. More fun than here." "Really?" She looked up at me expectantly, even Ezra in my arms perked up to hear my response. "Yes, really," I assured. "I want to walk," Ezra whispered in my ear. I knew he was just saying that so I could carry Emma the rest of the way.

It's only 3 hours until 5 PM and the prom will start at 4:30. I reread Garett's last reply to me. it's just a simple reply but it made my day even earlier. I smiled as I looked behind him. finally! he agreed !! he will be my partner! it's just an emoji but I'm laughing. I decided to text Ayumi even later we will meet because of Prom. I really do wish that this day will be the greatest day of my life. I want to experience a movie like prom. where my leading man will dance with me. a magical dance, where everyone is going to look on us.

“And that is not how I want to remember senior prom. It’s our last year. I want something fucking legendary. Something the school will never forget.” Nate leaned back, smug. “See? Now you both appreciate my sacrifice.” “Sacrifice?” I snorted. “You like bossing people around.” “True,” Nate said without shame, “but I also like saving you from a prom disaster.” “By the time I’m done,” Nate continued. “people will be talking about this prom for years.” Josh whopped a little too loudly, causing eyes to turn our way. “Talking because there was a fire department and ambulance present, right?”

and seeks to destroy everyone," she answered, sporting a proud smirk. I nodded to that, pretending to consider what she said before adding, "so, yourself then." "Bitch," she seethed in mock anger, leaving us giggling. Our attention was soon drawn to the posters which were being put up. And without realizing it, I found myself reading out the words there. "Moonlit Magic." I spent a few more seconds staring at the poster. With Juliette as the head of the prom committee this year, it was a given that prom was going to be nothing less than amazing. "I guess we'll soon start seeing some super sweet promposals," Beckham remarked from beside me, making a cringe face when she said 'super sweet

The man in the photo had flawless features, soulful eyes, and a refined air. He was, undeniably, strikingly handsome. Still, Phoebe said honestly, "Gideon is even better looking." Chantelle gasped. "Oh my God. Does that mean I'll be working with a guy who's even hotter than a movie star? I'm living the dream!" If only she knew how difficult Gideon was to deal with, she wouldn't be so excited.

she said, wandering into the kitchen, “if I see another multiple-choice question, I’m suing the education system.” Harper glanced up from the counter, where she was slicing apples. “You can’t.” “I can try,” Naomi replied. Delilah smiled from the stove. “Congratulations in advance.” Naomi leaned over the counter, stealing a slice of apple. “Exam week is officially dead. Prom is next on the hit list.” Harper hesitated just a fraction before asking, “Are you… excited?” Naomi shrugged. “I mean. It’s prom. There’s glitter. There’s drama. There’s the social pressure to pretend it matters forever. So yeah. Excited.”

I swallowed the painful lump forming in my throat before I finally started reading. My dearest Windy, If you're reading this, it means I'm no longer there to see the wonderful woman you've become. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer. If I had one wish, it would have been to watch you grow up beside your mother. But life doesn't always give us what we want. There's something I never told you. Don Alejandro Domingo wasn't just my kumparé. He was my best friend. We built our dreams together when we were young. We made a promise to each other.

And now if he comes back… what then? Then another voice chimed in, more playful. “Ooooh, imagine if Enzo asked someone to prom. That’d be, like, the event of the year.” “Oh my God, right? Girls love that.” They laughed. I didn’t. I just stared at my notebook. My pen was in my hand but I hadn’t written a single thing. Prom. That word made my stomach twist. Everyone kept talking about it like it was some magical event, like once you had the perfect dress and the right date, your whole life would feel better for one night. I didn’t care about it. Not anymore.