The following day came and in the cafeteria, the students sat eating. It was break time and as they were seated at their tables enjoying their food, they thirstily talked about the prom; it was drawing nearer and nearer by the day and they couldn’t wait.
The final exams were drawing near too but obviously they were more excited about the prom; dressing up nice and having themselves one of the best nights of their lives, yes please.
“Goodness, you know what just hit me?” Blake asked.
“What?” Arthur responded.
“We’re out here stressing over finding a date for Jackson and you don’t have one either. Should we write a list for you too?”
“Oh no it’s fine, I don’t need a date.”
“What do you mean you don’t need a date? It’s a dance Arthur, of course you need a date,” she said.
“No I don’t.
