Post by Serena Robertson on May 16, 2018 12:48:23 GMT -6
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The hangers bumped into each other one by one as a shuffled through the dress rack. Pink? No. White? No. Black? No. I continued to finger through the dresses, running my hands across the surface to feel the fabric of each dress. Soft, silky, tulle, beads. What would I end up with? I paused for a moment to eyeball a short, tight dress. My grandmother would never let me wear it, but I could dream. “This color would look good on you.” I pulled out a baby blue dress to show Abby. She could look good in anything though. Prom. The thing every girl dreams about since she’s in first grade. A beautiful dress, a handsome date, a limo and all that jazz. I would have a beautiful dress, but probably not much else. I didn’t have a date to prom so Abby agreed to go with me, a gesture I was grateful for since I’m sure there was plenty of boys falling at her feet to go with her. Prom was a big deal in our small Mississippi town. There wasn’t much else to do so I could understand why everyone made such a big deal out of it. I tried not to care, I had different things on my mind, like my grades and the shop. I tried not to make a big deal out of prom, even though I was secretly nervous and excited. Not like I expected anything magical to happen, after all it was just all the same people I saw at school everyday. But I was looking forward to having a fun time with Abby.
I brushed my fingers across the tulle of the puffy, short dress I was holding up, smoothing out the ruffles. “Do you want a long dress or a short dress?” I glanced up at her from the dress. The rest of the shop was fairly empty aside from a couple of employees and an older woman towards the front of the store. I was grateful it was quiet in here today, the last thing I wanted was to be bumping into other girls from my school as we all looked at the same prom dresses. Even though I had grown up in this town, I was still anxious around the people I went to school with. I wasn’t always the most outgoing, which is why I was grateful to have Abby there to help me branch out.
The hangers bumped into each other one by one as a shuffled through the dress rack. Pink? No. White? No. Black? No. I continued to finger through the dresses, running my hands across the surface to feel the fabric of each dress. Soft, silky, tulle, beads. What would I end up with? I paused for a moment to eyeball a short, tight dress. My grandmother would never let me wear it, but I could dream. “This color would look good on you.” I pulled out a baby blue dress to show Abby. She could look good in anything though. Prom. The thing every girl dreams about since she’s in first grade. A beautiful dress, a handsome date, a limo and all that jazz. I would have a beautiful dress, but probably not much else. I didn’t have a date to prom so Abby agreed to go with me, a gesture I was grateful for since I’m sure there was plenty of boys falling at her feet to go with her. Prom was a big deal in our small Mississippi town. There wasn’t much else to do so I could understand why everyone made such a big deal out of it. I tried not to care, I had different things on my mind, like my grades and the shop. I tried not to make a big deal out of prom, even though I was secretly nervous and excited. Not like I expected anything magical to happen, after all it was just all the same people I saw at school everyday. But I was looking forward to having a fun time with Abby.
I brushed my fingers across the tulle of the puffy, short dress I was holding up, smoothing out the ruffles. “Do you want a long dress or a short dress?” I glanced up at her from the dress. The rest of the shop was fairly empty aside from a couple of employees and an older woman towards the front of the store. I was grateful it was quiet in here today, the last thing I wanted was to be bumping into other girls from my school as we all looked at the same prom dresses. Even though I had grown up in this town, I was still anxious around the people I went to school with. I wasn’t always the most outgoing, which is why I was grateful to have Abby there to help me branch out.