April 23, 2011

My Prom Night (Part Two)

I hope I left you guys craving for more about my Prom night! The story would've been too long to read as one piece, so I decided to break it up into two parts so it's easier to read. Now to continue...

I drove down the street, realizing how difficult it was to drive in heels. I called my friend on my cell phone and told her I was on the way over to her house. My friend was a nice, caring, wholesome person. I'd known her since 6th grade, and even though she had some traits that I didn't like, she was a good person. I wasn't disappointed to not have a Prom date, I knew I'd have much more fun with my friends anyway.

As I drove down the street I noticed a lot of people were looking at me. Did they see my awesome dress? Was I really that beautiful? I don't like being the center of attention, but with it being Prom night and all I thought attention was owed to me. A few minutes later, I arrived at my friends house. I wanted to just pick her up and go but my parents always taught me to get out and speak to people, especially when you're on their property. I opened my car door and looked down, realizing that my dress had been caught in the door so it was dragging on the ground the entire drive. I rolled my eyes at the fact that people were probably looking at my dress flapping in the wind and not me!

My friend's driveway was packed with cars, I thought it was some kind of family reunion going on. I went to the door and heard the chatter of several people. I couldn't believe my friend was in the middle of some kind of event right before Prom. I rang the doorbell and within two seconds the door was open. I stepped in and saw so many people, eventually I caught the eye of my friend's mother who I recognized. My friend was no where in sight, so I made small talk with the crowd of people, and found out that it wasn't a party. All 50 of those people were there to help my friend get ready for her big night. "This is cousin Rechelle...She was in charge of makeup...And this is my sister LeeAnna...She helped her get ready...Oh and her brother Junebug, he's our photographer..." After about 10 minutes of her introducing me to people I could careless about, my friend stepped out. She looked great, Maybe even a tad bit better than me.

We took several thousands of pictures and I thought we were on our way out. That is until my friend introduced me to her friend, who I'll call Shanna. I'd never met Shanna prior to that night and she seemed nice and decent. My friend told me that Shanna attended another local high school but wanted to come to our prom, so I said sure the more the merrier! Her dress was a little understated for a formal event, but it seemed she did the best she could. We said our goodbyes to everyone and we, as a trio, got into my car. Destination: Prom!

My car smelled like Perfumania and my friend had so much glitter, it covered my car seat and carpets, but I didn't care it was Prom! We talked about how nervous we were, how much fun we were going to have, and going to IHOP afterward. Before long we were at the prom location, Boudreaux's. "Well we're here! Let's go," I announced, watching a few couples go in, everyone looked beautiful. I wasn't nervous about how I looked since everyone had their own style.

We all got out of the car and all of a sudden Shanna said she couldn't find her keys. She put her purse on top of the hood of my car, and started pulling things out. I couldn't believe the contents of her purse! Black and Milds (cigars), razor blades, Swishers (Used to wrap weed/marijuana or nicotine so that it's able to be smoked) condoms, a small bag, AND cigarettes! Keep in mind we were all 17 at the time. I couldn't believe it.

The law says that anyone caught with drugs OR even drug paraphernalia (the things you use to make drugs) in their vehicle are subject to arrest. My Mama always warned me about letting strangers ride in my car. I shook my head and asked, "What is all this? You smoke?!" She shrugged like it was no big deal and replied with a simple "Yeah, I smoke."

I'm not a mean person nor am I person who likes confrontation so I just rolled with the flow. I knew that God was on my side and he'd protect me no matter what. So, after finding her keys we walked in. I was too focused on the fact that Shanna had drugs with her to even think about my entrance. I saw lots of people that I knew at the door, I received lots of positive compliments from friends, teachers, and even people I didn't talk to. I also got a few "I can't believe she's here" looks. All in all, there was no negativity and it was fun seeing everyone look amazing.

Once we arrived, lots of people were there, but more started pouring in, so much that it was hard to move around the tables. I sat at a table with my friend and Shanna, looking around and thinking that in a couple more weeks, I won't see those people who filled the room anymore. The moment went from exciting, awkward, to just bittersweet. I didn't talk to a lot of the people that graduated with me, but I knew of 99.5% (almost all) of them, they were apart of my life, even the ones that I didn't like (and the ones who didn't like me), we were in each others society, everyday we walked through Belaire high school with a common goal...I knew I was going to miss them.

As my mind wandered off, I realized my friend and Shanna had left me. I looked a few feet away and saw them talking to a guy who I took a class with. We spoke occasionally, he was bland, but a pretty nice guy. After a couple minutes they returned to the table and we all started talking. The guy said he had some alcohol in his pocket and Shanna instantly volunteered her cup for a fill. He took out the bottle and filled up her cup. We were in a pretty dim lit, inconspicuous area, so no one saw anything--I think. Then my friend put her cup in front of him, wanting some too! I know I was the driver but still they were drinking and Shanna had drugs! I thought this was only the kind of stuff you see on Sitcoms and Soap Operas.

After the alcohol got in their system, they wanted to dance. I hated dancing and didn't want to look like a fool, so I just sat and watched. My friend started dancing with this boy I'll call Jaron. My friend and Jaron went to church together, lived in the same neighborhood, and had known each other since elementary school. My friend always called him "brother" and he always called her "sister". You can imagine how I felt when I saw her grinding against him, and bending over in front of him dancing. It was even worse when the DJ played a Eric Benet's "Chocolate Legs" a rather slow song. His hand was on her ass and his face rested upon her breasts...I was speechless. Not only because she was dancing like that with her "brother" but because I'd NEVER seen her act so different. I didn't even think she knew how to grind. I know she wasn't buzzed because the cups were pretty small, like 4 ounces.

After the Prom King and Queen was announced, I told my friend I was ready to go because I was hungry, besides the prom ended at midnight and it was around 11:00 so it was pretty much over anyway. Ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes, then thirty still my friend and Shanna were stalling. They were drinking more, eating the finger foods as if it was an all you can eat buffet, and being sluts on the dance floor. I was SO PISSED. At around 11:45 I stood up and started marching toward the door, I was done, I was the driver, I didn't need them. Shanna saw me walking out the door and as soon as I put my key in the ignition Shanna and my friend came running out to the car. I noticed my friend still had her cup in hand, still with alcohol in it.

"Uh, are you going to pour that out?"
"No...Why it's just a little bit."
"No, you're going to pour it out I don't want that in my car."
"But, I want it!"
"NO POUR IT OUT RIGHT NOW!"

She opened the car door and poured it out, angrily. I couldn't believe I had to tolerate so much from her. I didn't know her as well as I thought I did.

We'd already made plans to go to IHOP after Prom, so I headed in the direction of the nearest IHOP. Shanna gets a call from the guy at Prom who gave them the alcohol, it turns out that they developed some kind of "relationship" so she wanted to meet him at the levee. My friend also said she wanted to meet "brother" Jaron. I wasn't going to waste my gas going to levee for some moments of pleasure. Not me. I denied their request and proceeded on to IHOP.

Once we got there, they seemed upset that they couldn't go fondle their new playmates, I honestly didn't care. IHOP was already pretty full with other kids that had just left their prom, so I didn't feel overdressed. The person at the door took us to our table, a nice spot near a table with other high school kids. As soon as we sat down, Shanna began trying to pick a fight with one of the girls at the other table, who was doing nothing to her. Shanna began to get loud and acted as if she wanted to fight the girl. I was embarrassed, annoyed, and just plain pissed. The waiter got her to settle down as he brought out our food. I literally scoffed down my country fried steak, because I wanted to be anywhere but IHOP (and the levee) at that point.

It took us 30 minutes to pay for our food since the line was incredibly long, but eventually we got out of there. I didn't say anything to Shanna or my friend I just started up my car and headed towards our part of town. I saw so many police cars, I got sick just worrying about if I got pulled over and they found the drugs on Shanna. I drove carefully and it felt like it took hours to get to my friend's house. Once we pulled in the driveway I took a deep breath and thanked the Lord that I arrived without getting pulled over.

I must say my Prom night was filled with so many emotions, but I truly wouldn't trade the experience for anything, I learned a lot that night, especially about friends and people in general. You can know them for years but do you really ever know them? It's debatable, I'm sure. I hope you all have/had a great prom season, I challenge you to write about your Prom night! I enjoyed writing about mine and I hope you all enjoyed reading about it.

**Names were changed in order to protect certain people.

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