Can I have this dance?

No.

I remembered my first js prom that happened three years ago.

We don’t have any money to spend for a gown that will only be worn for a night. So I just borrowed one from my cousin. It was a pink long gown that I nearly died when I saw it. I hate pink. I hate gowns. I hate make ups. Most of all, I hate parties. If weren’t for the *plus points on the grade*, I wouldn’t join the prom. I was forced to be brought to a salon, only to have my face made up. It was the first time someone has ever shaved my uni brow. I used to have a thick uni-brow stapled above my eyes. They tried fixing my thick dry hair. My hair has the size of three heads’ hair that getting the remark “Your hair is so thick, I give up!” was not new to me. My mother never used make up on my face, except baby powder, no matter what the occasion is. So that experience was really new to me.

After an hour or so, when the swivel chair turned to the mirror, I saw myself on the reflection, feeling like I was Mia of Princess Diaries. But it turned out to be a disaster. My face looked over done, that I feel like a worn out mannequin waiting to be thrown out.

Then I got dressed up and went to the prom. I was late. As usual.

I just sat on the corner, with my friends. Then ate. Then went home. Nothing fanciful happened.

After a year, I attended another prom, the last one as a senior student. This time, I got a shorter dress, yet, it was pink again. My mother did the make up, and it was really better compared to the paid one. But still, I look like a mannequin waiting to be burned down. Again, I was late. I just ate. Took pictures. Went home.

I got the most boring experience ever. I hate our js prom.

*Yes, this is a bitter post. Every line is for those who ignored me during highschool. This is for the boys who did nothing but to see the pretty girls and bully those who are just “okay, seems human”. This is for the pretty girls who did nothing but to ask me to do their assignments then forget me when they don’t need me anymore (they pay me though. And I accepted it. Oh my.)

**That was two-three years ago. I moved on. Slight.