"Prom Date"
In honor of our next in-person class, and the chapter on Prom, I'm sharing an excerpt from a short story I wrote awhile back about my high school experience. Haha...it's a little t.m.i...but I think it's pretty funny, and it's true. Alright.... “Prom Date” Sitting there with my legs stuck to a leather couch clutching a ball of black tulle and sequins, balancing an overnight bag and rolling my neck back and forth waiting, thinking, “Get here, get here, get here, get here.” This is my sharpest memory from the morning after. The doorbell rings and I leap up, waddling to the front door of my girlfriend’s house. My mother peers through the glass of her front door, with cupped hands and a look of concern on her face, and a lump settles into my throat. “Thank you…um, I’ll see you later.” I mumble the expected polite good-bye, and sneak out the door while simultaneously dropping and catching my things. As I climb into the car, it smells sweaty and American. Tennis rackets scatt...