Novel & Cerita Better Than The Prom

Prom has arrived. I don't have any girlfriends to go prom shopping with, and that's fine. Prom seems stupid to go to. It's not that I haven't thought about prom before. But I never imagined myself being pretty enough or worthy enough to go. Prom is for the lovely girls who get dolled up and look like models.

Monday, everyone was still talking about Prom Night and what a great after-party they had. Pictures of the event were displayed at the school board, some of them will definitely make it to the yearbook. Charlene was unofficially dubbed as the prom princess since they didn't have the traditional ceremony of Prom King and Queen. The school didn't believe in awarding students for being handsome or pretty nor they condone students in a small town like Bluebridge to compete in wearing extravagant outfits in any school events.

“Oh, my God.” “What?” Noah asks. She slams her phone down in front of us. “Prom theme just dropped.” I glance down at the screen and roll my eyes at the swirling black-and-gold posters with dramatic font. “Westfield High presents Senior Prom: Midnight Garden,” Noah reads out. “How original,” he says dryly. “Shut up.” Maya rams her shoulder into his. “Look how pretty the decorations are.” Noah leans closer to me and whispers, “She knows that’s just the visual design, right?”

Pov: Caleb It was all finally over. The prom came and went, the excitement in the school died down and the student moved on to the next big event; graduation. Brianna was still on the moon about being elected as the prom queen. When her name was called that night, she acted like it was the most unexpected thing that had happened to her.

Everybody from here to Cincinnati can tell that she thinks she’s getting lucky on prom night. I snort. What a fucking stereotype. Thank God Theresa was there to spin some bullshit about needing to see the quarterback for the last time when Michaela pet his fucking hair, and I nearly blew chunks on her shoes. Whatever. I’ll just spend prom with my other best friend and let Ryan regret that he wasted his last chance to dance with me in high school when he’s old and fat. Maybe I’ll even keep all the DVDs he left at my house this year instead of turning them over on his birthday like usual.

he said, passing leaky iced tea around. They snacked, talking of prom outfits and graduation speeches. Scene – Promethean Preparations As students crowded hallways, Prom Night buzzed through every corridor. A message from Tessy popped into Helena’s chat: Our prom song is perfect—Gregor & Bahtmen's “Phoenix Rise.” It’s us. Helena replied, heart swelling. Scene – Evening – Quiet Alone Time The night stretched warm and still. Helena texted: Me: Thank you for today. For everything. I couldn’t do this without you.

But in my head, I wasn't looking forward to whatever inconvenience this whole prom politics circus was going to bring. More drama. More drama that I definitely didn't need right now, not with everything else going on, my father suddenly showing up, Martin being confused as hell, trying to actually pass my classes for once, figuring out what the hell I wanted to do with my life after high school like Lena mentioned last night. Unless... Prom. Huh.. I was obviously going to take Lena. That evil bastard Noah was rotting away in a hospital somewhere, and he would never be back to bother me and Lena ever again, or be some kind of asshole competition. Instead it would be just me and her, no one el

<<78>> * The key to happiness and fulfillment is not in changing our situation or circumstances, but in trusting God to be God in our life. * .... The magnificent school hall was beautifully decorated for the occasion. The 25th prom for the final year students. It was similar to a graduation ceremony or must I say, a send off ceremony. The hall was packed to the brim with students who were all looking beautiful and glamorous in their attires. The hall grew quiet all of a sudden, it felt like time stopped as Evelyn and Miranda made their way into the hall hand in hand.

When my CEO wife, Rita Scanlond, decided to promote me as the lead in a project, I was not grateful for the offer, and I slapped every single board member present. I gave up the six‑figure salary and returned home to enjoy my life. Everyone believed I had gone crazy from immense pressure and demanded that a rebellious employee like me be fired. Rita's assistant, Hudson Cobb, made fun of me for not having any ambition and tried to replace me in the company. I laughed at the situation even though I was not compensated for being fired. This happened because Rita had insisted in my past life that we use Hudson's proposal for the project, which caused our data to be stolen and led to billions

she mouthed, making my mouth salivate in fear. We’ve been talking about our senior prom since we stepped into this building on the first day of our freshman year. Now that it’s here, I don’t know how I should feel about it. A lot of things happened that changed my perspective on everything about life. Honestly, prom doesn’t have that much appeal to me anymore. ~~