I wonder what people would really think if they knew. I doubt I'd be homecoming queen.
"Why are you acting so out of it today...what's up with you?" A guy dressed in a classic 40's style era tuxedo says from the driver's side.
Anna is staring out of the car window. The flashy billboards of the city skyline reflecting onto her bronze face. She's looking out into the night, somber yet intrigued.
"ANNA!" He says a little harsher this time.
Anna shakes her head as if to gain her clarity back and looks down at her Iphone as if a new message would help her gain composure.
"What's wrong? Sorry I didn't mean to yell. But it's our prom together. I just want your full attention you know? What's wrong, did your extensions get messed up or something?"
He tries to grab a smile and hold her hand, but she rejects back.
"Nothing, babe. I'm good." She grabs her sparkly clutch and pulls out her favorite lip gloss. She is still in deep thought, but has gotten good at playing it off.
"Seriously Anna. Your lip gloss is on fleek, I promise. Something is wrong with you. You got into Penn State, you'll be on the volleyball team, your dream, and your on prom court. All that's dope! But you've been acting throwed off lately."
He has one hand on the steering wheel and one hand adjusting his polka-dot bow tie.
Anna's eyes squints annoying at, "Throwed off?! Come again." Her voice is calm. She's half joking but on the inside she's extremely angry. She wants to rip off his bow-tie and throw it out of the window. But she digresses.
"I just got a lot on my mind. I'm just thinking about my SAT scores and stuff."
Bad lie, Anna, you already got in to Penn State. That's a lame excuse.
"Well it's prom night Ann, chill out okay. SAT's should be the last thing on your mind. What, are you one of those kids who try to retake tests to get their scores higher even after they got in?"
No, stupid. I'm just annoyed with you bothering me. I'm so tired of people thinking of me like this. Like my only worry is getting 2400, or if my highlights are on point. Nobody knows. They can't know. They can never know. I need to live this lie. But it's so hard. It's so hard. I didn't ask for this. But I did. I didn't say no. I'm so tired of this. I don't even want to go to prom.
..."Yeah, and know I don't know if Florida States going to let me get into that program. What do you think, Anna?"
Anna snaps out of her train of thought and comes back into reality.
"Huh? "
"Florida State? What do you think I should do about it?" he looks hurt but not surprised about her answer.
What is he talking about? I don't know, just play it off.
"Yeah. You'll love Florida State. You should for sure go there."
Well played.
"Anna. That's not what I--"
The car comes to a sudden stop. A girl and guys attack the windows. They are screaming.
-"IT'S PROM 2015 YALL! LET'S GET TURNT UP!"
-Look here comes the prom queen!
-She's not queen yet!
-Well She will be!
-"GOODNESS WHAT TOOK YOU GUYS SO LONG? LOOK ANNA, I GOT MY CURLS ON FLEEK TONIGHT!"
This is going to be a long night.
Anna and her date take a look at each other. And step out the car.
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John 8:32 "Then you will know the truth, and the truth shall set you free."
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