(this started like a small story and just grew. I will post it in three to four parts (as of right now it’s at 3000+ words))
Pink, pale blue, yellow or white it’s hard to choose when they limit you to such basic colors. The latest in the draconian rules on prom now include what colors you can wear. It first started with the length of the dress and the amount of skin that you can show. Then what the dress could be made of. I had spent about $80 on pink and white duct tape and was making my dress when the rules came out. No bubble wrap, no paper, no aluminum foil and no duct tape. At one point, the school was going to sell the only allowable dress to prom but then a sponsor of the prom started to back out. Yes, the school went out and found someone to sponsor the cost of the prom even after charging us $180 per ticket.
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Then they started at trying to ban gay couples. For about a second and a half they had a sign saying only “legitimate” couples could attend. That went away fast. Then they said that any couple had to be approved of by the staff. But so many registered as going stag that they made rule saying that no one could go stag, you must have a date. Then they wouldn’t sell tickets to gay couples. We went to our parents but most of them said, “do as the school tells you.” It’s frustrating how I have pics of my mom and dad in zebra duct tape outfits at their prom and they won’t lift a finger to help.
Some of the non-invited students are planning an after-prom party. At first it was just another prom but they felt that just because the school administration sucks it doesn’t mean that everyone can’t have that prom experience. Also, an after-prom would rage. They rented a place and a DJ named the Raging Lips. As it turned out her name was the Raging Lib but the music was still sick. After hearing the story, she volunteered her services. She also said she would help arrange a protest of the as she put it, “the fascist prom Nazis.” But a well enforced school rule says that anyone protesting outside the free speech zone would be suspended then expelled. The free speech zone was nowhere near the prom. It is in the corner of the school grounds away from the building any the parking lot so no one will be inconvenienced. The safe zone is all around the building and prohibits wrong speech.
That night the prom was sick. As in sickeningly boring. They used a CD a teacher made so no offensive music could be played. Most of the music was from the 80’s and 90’s. In other words, old people’s music. The house lights were on high for safety reasons. There was a 1 to 4 ratio of chaperones to students allowing them to police every action. At the door was a metal detector and a search. They just confiscated any purse. This included my friend’s Jennifer C’s inhaler. Did I mention there was way too many girls named Jennifer? I tried not to let it get me down. I was with Zander. Captain of every sport including the chess club. Most guys have egos the size they say their dicks are but not Zander. He is both modest and well-hung. He is in a traditional looking tuxedo with a better outfit in his car outside. We plan a little fun after the prom, then we would go to the real party.
We showed up, got our picture taken and did the lame dance the school allowed us to do. Then the queen and king of the prom was announced. It was no surprise to anyone that the class president and her boyfriend were elected. No surprise because they were the only ones approved of by the faculty. They said it shouldn’t be a popularity contest. What? They did their dance and somewhere between two songs I don’t know we left. Outside in Zander’s Kia Soul we banged one out, got dressed in our fun clothes and went to the real party. You know with the seats down there is a lot of room for sex in the back of one of those things.
We made it to the real party about 9pm. The party was already raging. It is being held in a warehouse outside of town. You can hear the music from miles away and you can feel it when you got there. To fund this party, we all paid $50 each. At the door, they checked IDs and gave out glow sticks and little baggies of some sort of drugs. I don’t know I don’t partake of any drugs. I like to be clean and awake when I grind on my boyfriend on the dance floor. To keep the party cop free, we had hired some guys to watch for the police. If any are spotted then the party would end and everyone on something would run. Or do whatever lit people do?
As Zander and I went to the dance floor I couldn’t help thinking about the guy at the door. He seemed formilar somehow. Raging Lib brought her own equipment including lasers and a smoke a machine. Luckily, I brought ear plugs or the music would have deafened me. I spent the last month practicing my moves and I was sick on the floor. I was in a short skirt and tank top. It was my school’s old cheerleader uniform before the school cancelled the program because it objectified women. Zander wore his board shorts and a Houston Oilers shirt. I think they are some sort of sports team. He said it was a throwback tee-shirt. Then I remembered the guy.
Just before school started me and my friends were at a pool party where a now former friend tried to kill us. She wanted to end her childhood with a bang. My friend Tina had been given to an older man as a wife in what was some sort of Nazi cult. They worshiped Hitler like a god. In that cult at the age of 13 a girl was expected to marry an older man within the cult. During that event, she killed two friends of ours and I killed her sort of husband. She and some of her family got away. Her father was shot and killed by police at a check point. It was rumored that the officer that shot was Jenna’s father. She died at the pool party. Her mother was wounded but survived to stand trial. The guy at the door was one of Tina’s brothers.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
Chapters 1 - 12 PDF
PDFs are on new Story PDF page
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