Chapter ThirteenBola-Bola Part 1
a 220-pound teenage girl
Weeks pass and next thing I know it’s the end of October. It’s Sunday and I wake up to a text from Summer.
Summer Dela Vega
Breaking!!! Prom Theme: Carnival. We have four months, T. Four months to get our s**t together! You’re welcome. ;)
Heaving a huge sigh, I fall back on my bed, clutching my cellular phone with a frighteningly tight grip. If I were as melodramatic as Summer or my mother, I probably would’ve thrown the phone across the room. But I’m not, so.
“Fuck.”
I don’t know how to deal with prom. I’ve pushed the subject so far back in my mind that I’ve almost forgotten that it’s happening, and it’s about to bite me in the ass. It’s not even about boys and finding a date. It’s about finding a gown, a freaking gown that
