Young Justice Prom Stories

"Attention: Gotham Academy students! It's that time of year! It's prom time! The decorating committee is on its toes already, preparing for the big event! Volunteers are still needed. And remember! If you are bringing a date from another school, you must come to the office and get a form to be filled out! Look forward to seeing you all there!"

Ugh. Stupid intercom system. I'm really getting tired of the daily reminders of the stupid prom. Not everyone has an interest in going to the dumb dance, anyway! I mean, come on. That is completely not my thing. I just want to get through one day without hearing about the prom, but I know better than that. Every girl, in every grade, will be talking about the "big event" and I'll be trying to avoid all of the peppy people that can't seem to talk about anything else. I would much rather be going out with GA and having a little fun catching criminals...

"Artemis!" A girl whose name I didn't know called.

"Um, yeah?" I said.

"Aren't you excited? Prom is next weekend!"

As I said; these girls aren't going to be able to talk about anything else other than prom...Great.

"Um," I said. "No, not really. Dances aren't really my thing."

The girl looked at me like I was from some unknown planet or something. What? Not every girl in the entire world is interested in dressing up to have guys stare at them and dance until they embarrass themselves. There are plenty of other ways and reasons to that stuff...

"Are you serious?" She asked, still wearing a blank expression.

"Yeah," I said honestly.

"Why not?"

"I don't dance. All I do is make a fool of myself when I try and I don't feel the need to dress up and have guys stare at me. I don't find that flattering...I find it highly annoying..."

And with that, the bell rang for school to be over for the day. I quickly grabbed my books and shoved them into my backpack before the girl could say anything else to me and then rushed out the door. I kept making my way through the crowded hallways, the front door in sight, when I was suddenly on the ground. It took me a second to gather myself and then I looked over to see a young boy in front of me. More specifically, I see the freshman who randomly came up and took my picture the first day I came here about 2 years ago, when I was a sophomore. But now, as a senior, I see the boy grow up and turn into a decent junior.

"Sorry," I said to him. "I wasn't paying attention."

"It's okay," He said with a laugh. "We'll laugh about this someday. Anxious to get out?"

"You could say that," I said, giggling.

"Why? Got somewhere to be?"

"I do have to get home. But that isn't why I want out of here so bad...I want to get away from all the prom talk."

"You don't like the prom?" He asked, with a quizzing look.

"Not my thing," I said, getting to my feet.

"Oh," he said. "Maybe you should go, though. I mean, you are in your senior year of high school. This is your last opportunity to go."

"Which means this will be the last session of prom talk that I will ever have to endure. Awesome."

"If you say so," the boy said. "See you around."

"Yeah, see ya." I said.

I make my way home as quickly as I can, trying not to run into too many people from school. I just want to go home and go in my room and stick to myself for a while. I don't want to be around anyone at the moment...

I walk in to our apartment and find my mom in the living room, sewing a blanket. I lay my backpack on the small kitchen table and walk in to my mother. When she hears me coming, she puts the blanket down, looks up at me, and smiles. I smile back at my mother, my strong mother. Just because she was in a wheelchair didn't mean she wasn't a strong, independent woman. She knew how to get her point across, that's for sure. I was proud to call her my mom.

"How was school, today?" She asked, still smiling.

"Ick," I replied. "More prom talk."

"You didn't plan on going to your senior prom?"

"No," I said. "I didn't want too."

"Artemis..."

"What?" I said, kind of snarky. "I don't want to go, mom."

"You're going to prom, Artemis. Even if I have to walk you to the door."

"Again, mom, don't make any threats that you can't really enforce." I said, with a giggle.

But she wasn't laughing. My mom really wanted me to go to prom for some reason. Why? It's just a room full of people getting dressed up and seeing the same people that they see 5 days a week and making a fool of yourself while trying to "dance." What's the fun in that?

Her face grew angrier and she beat her fist on the arm-rest of her wheelchair. I looked at her with a confused look. Why was she so mad about me not wanting to go to prom? I don't get it.

"Artemis. You are going and that's final. I don't care if you take a date or not, though I think you should at least TRY and find one. And I don't care if you are only there for an hour. You are going!" She said in a stern voice.

Oh, that's right. I still haven't told mom that Wally and I are official now. But even if I did go...How would I get him to go with me? ...I knew that I wasn't going to win this argument, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't say no to my mother when she got like that. I would just have to grin and bear it, I guess.

"Alright, alright. I'll go. But only because you really want me, too." I said.

A smile appeared on her face then. She was happy that I finally agreed to go the stupid dance. But I still don't get what was so important about it...Now I have to figure out how to ask Wally to go with me. Either that or bare it alone, which I wasn't really all that fond of that idea...Ugh...I think this is going to be harder than admitting that I even had feelings for the speedster...

This story is only going to be about 4 chapters or so...for this version, anyway. It will probably end up being a collection or something. Anyways, please read and review! I love knowing what people think! :)