Prama
Prama
“Jimmy, who are you going to take to prom this year?” asked my lovely mother.
“I’m not really sure yet…” I replied, actually knowing exactly who I wanted to take, but just trying to get off the subject.
“You know it’s in two weeks, right?” she asked.
“Yeah I know” I mumbled, looking down and starting to play with my plate of meatloaf. My mind wandered to the beautiful face of Megan. She has beautiful dark brown hair, which complements her green eyes perfectly. She stands at about 5’6” which is a perfect height for a guy my size of 6’1”. She has luscious lips that seem so tender and terrific cheekbones. She is very slender, but so am I, so there is nothing wrong with that. ...
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times a second. Whenever I hear her name, I see a sun shining, a rainbow rising, flowers blooming, and birds chirping. I swear to God I think I am in love. I can’t wait to marry her and have kids and have a house with three bedrooms and a white fence and a...
“Jimmy. Jimmy. Did you hear me?” my mom interrupted.
“What?” I said angrily for interrupting my daydream.
She said, “You better figure it out soon.”
“I know, Mom, I know” I replied.
I first met Megan when I was in fifth grade, the first year I attended Germantown Academy. The first thought that went through my head was “that’s the kind of girl I like to meet. She’s so pretty, looks fine. I’m gonna make her mine all mine.” Even as a young 5th grader, who was “under-developed”, she still looked like a princess. And I wanted to be her prince.
Ever since that day, I have been completely obsessed with her. Doodling in my notebook, drawing “JH+MF=<3 forever”. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and I still can’t. ...
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of her friends to help me with it. When the big day comes, I am so nervous. Several times I think about backing out, but my friends support me and I say I will always regret this if I don’t do it.
At around 5:30, I head out to the senior lot to execute my plan. She should just be finishing up her lacrosse practice, which is another reason why adore her; she’s athletic and takes her sport seriously, like me. I paint “PROM?” in huge letters on the windshield of her car and go to hide behind another car, boom box ready in my hand. I have a couple of friends scattered around the parking lot as lookouts and just because they want to see this epic event. As she makes the trudge over from ...
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