As Hannah and I walked to class I noticed someone pinning up a poster about prom.
“Wait, prom isn’t for ages right?” I asked Hannah.
“Yeah its not too far away. Why? Thinking about dresses already?” She asked jokingly.
“Oh no, just who I’m going to take that’s all.” I bit down on my lip in frustration. I wasn’t going to be able to take Harry. I just wasn’t, and all I wanted was to be able to dance with him at my prom, for him to be in the pictures with my parents at my house before, for him to buy me a corsage. This kinda sucked.
“Yeah, thats the annoying thing about prom. So much pressure on who you’re going to take.” She replied.