"Oh. My. Gosh!" My best friend, Trish exclaimed. "What!" I yelled totally freaked out. "I just remembered we still haven't bought our dresses!"

Of course. It was just like Trish to worry about something, that was moths away! "Of course not!" I told her. "We're not going on a Prom shopping spree until Friday. Remember?" She looked really sorry. "Oh no," I said. That was her 'Oops. I kinda made other plans.' look. "What is it this time?" I asked her. "I have to show some 9th graders around the school. Sorry." Since she totally looked sorry, and looked like she meant it I let it slide. "Ok. Saturday."

After that we talked about what we wanted our dresses to look like. I want mine to be a beautiful sapphire and black dress that fits my silhouette perfectly. I want the elastic part under my waist. Call me weird, I don't care.

Trish of course, wants a pink cocktail-ish dress. Like how it looks but a little bit longer. She also lines vintage dresses so who knows which she'll pick.

Her shoes will be Pink Suedes. I want mine to be Bordello women's Rosa 02 black satin. Yea I know long name. Trish and I call them BS for Black Satin.

After that Trish had to go to work. We said goodbye, and she left.

Trish has long beautiful brown hair, that's naturally straight. She has 100% natural blonde highlights. The kinda that look beautiful under any light. She also has beautiful green eyes. It's not like a light green it's a deep dark green. If you look at them in the sun light then they look beautifully lit. She's about 5 foot 6. She wears beautiful clothes, that she makes herself! She got a sewing machine when she was 10, and has been making her clothes since.

Trish and I are kinda like opposites though. Well, with a few exceptions of course. We both have the same color of hair, only I don't have blonde streaks. We both like reading, we both have the same favorite color, (green, blue) favorite animals, (dogs, cats, horses) we go to the same school, we work at the same place, but with different shifts. and we both have to have our nails a certain way.

I mainly wear dark colors, and skulls. All my jeans have rips and holes and I own 5 skater shoes, mostly from Etnies. I also have about 10 different types of boots. 3 are combat, 3 are ones a model might wear, if they didn't have skulls and chains wrapped all around them. The rest, well I don't really know.

"Maria!" My mother yelled from downstairs. "What mom!" I yelled back down to her. "Dinner!" Sigh. Dinner was and always is the worst. Well if mom makes it. I walked down the tile hall, my boots clucking with every step. Then down the 20 carpeted stairs and down get another tiled hall, and into the spacious dinning room. We have a really big house.

"What's for dinner?" I asked my mom skeptically. My mom laughed. She knows how bad her food is. "Nuggets," Mom said with a smile. "From the oven?" I asked. "YES! But I didn't burn them this time. I think..." "MOM!" "Just kidding!"

My dad left when I was about 10 years old. He had bought this house, because I'm his little princess no matter what age. Ugh! He makes me sick sometimes.

"These are really good nuggets," I said eyeing my mom. She had news. She only made good food with a price. "What! A mom can't make her child good food?!" She exclaimed.

"A mom can make good food for her child, but we both know what's really going on." "O.k! You caught me red handed!" My mom laughed. It was one of our many inside jokes. "So what is it this time?" "Well I haven't been on a date in a while," My mom said waiting for me to put the rest together.

"You're going on... on a DATE?" I exclaimed, disgusted. "Oh! It's not that gross!" "Yeah it is!" "How?" "I don't know, but it is!" My mom rolled her eyes. "You can go on a date, but I can't? Mom asked. "Not until I meet him." I said smugly.