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My forest green evening gown still had a dark stain on it from where I had spilled my first cup of crappy, high school dance punch.

My eyes still had a slightly vindictive gleam in them because the second cup had hit him square in the face.

Nothing was really coming through…all I knew was that I was mad…no I was more than mad I was pissed. What, was I aiming too goddamned high with looking for adate with some tact? Perhaps I should have gone for simply a carbon-based life form, would that have provided a sufficiently wide category to produce a commitment to a single night?

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But I digress, it all started one afternoon between classes at West Phillipsville High School, it was a decent day; mid-May, finals and prom were around the corner. Now, I'm not about to give any bullshit and say that I could have cared less about prom and that it's only for chauvinists and subservient females stuck in 1950, I was actually quite excited for it, I'd even bothered to get a date.

John Green was a nice enough guy, smart, kinda' funny, prompt and a fairly nice kisser; by the book, not sloppy (from what I remembered from a slightly rigged game of spin the bottle freshman year) and I'd always had a bit of a crush on him. However, John was a cripplingly shy guy as well, so no matter the fact that he was a perfectly respectable date, his dance card was still empty for prom; thus giving me the perfect opportunity to ask him myself.

Needless to say he said yes (I am not being vain here; I think he was just desperate for a date). We then did some startlingly normal things: we rented a house with about fifteen other people near the beach for prom weekend, we divided the cost for a group limo, we set up a time for him to pick me up and take me to the pre-prom party at a mutual friend's house. To my surprise everything went according to plan.

I knew life couldn't continue to go this well.

Let me backtrack for just a minute and explain something to you; things do not go smoothly for me, it's a law of nature or something 'Things may never go correctly for Evelyn Russell' I swear to God it must be written in stone somewhere right next to Newton's laws of motion. I once called the cops on the exterminator because I thought he was trying to break into my house, I've had my tonsils removed on my birthday, I broke my arm 2 days before the end of Christmas break and 9 days before I got out of gym for health class. Nothing I do will ever go as planned.

So when everything went well leading up to prom I was worried. I didn't need the backup dress in my closet because I my gown didn't rip or get grape juice spilled on it. Nor did I need my backup heels because my first ones didn't snap when I was walking down the stairs. The limo didn't break down, the check for the house went through and I didn't come down with a stomach virus, I was worried 'Oh no,' I thought, 'something worse is going to happen.'.

It was then that I made my first mistake.

I was optimistic.

Such thoughts included 'Maybe your luck is finally turning around Ev' and 'Pessimism will just be a self-fulfilling prophesy'

I think I've been watching too much Oprah

Anyway, as everything continued to go off without a hitch, more of that damned optimism pushed away my standard tentativeness and I threw myself into the silly fun. I didn't think anything of Dolly Edwards being there, and I most definitely didn't notice the game of footsie going on beneath the table that was getting slowly dirtier by the minute.

Dolly Edwards had just moved up from Kentucky this past fall, she was the classic southern belle, blonde, blue-eyed and petite and preferred to flit around with a string of boyfriends in the stead of just a single guy, because she could really. Sweet as honey as well, sickening really…

Basically everything I'm not.

So of course when I was on my way to get some fresh air during the dance imagine my surprise when I found her moaning while my date was grunting with the pleasure of thrusting himself into her.

I decided that my firs response of dropping my punch on myself was far too understated and not quite the bang that I would have liked, I mean really, they didn't notice me at all.

So, no, I don't think that my response of calmly going back inside to refill my punch and toss it at him to make sure he was aware of my presence this time was unreasonable at all.

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So now I'm outside my house and mad as hell because apparently no one can be bothered to answer the door. Just my luck, I've just had the worst night of my life and what do I have to show for it? Smudged eyeliner and a stained prom dress.

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Authors Note- Alright, this is my first foray into the Whoniverse (but thankfully not fanfiction) and I just wanted to test the waters with this chapter…I promise that it gets more Who-filled soon! Thank-you and please review