April 2007
When we are faced with choices in life, often it is hard to know what we need to do. Most often we end up choosing what we feel will be right for us in the end through logic. But sometimes we end up making the wrong choices. In those circumstances, the only thing we can hope for is that we are able to find a miracle within the chaos of our everyday lives and right our mistakes.
It sometimes feels like that is all my life has been; a big series of mistakes, one right after the other. I always end up doing this wrong or putting that away in the wrong place. I don't ever seem to get anything right. Of all the mistakes I've made throughout my life, there is one that sticks out that I would just about do anything to go back in time to take back. Most of the time I lie awake in bed while I wonder what could have been had I not let my mind do the choosing but my heart instead. I wake up in the morning trying to convince myself to move on, telling myself that it was just another mistake that I made and that I will live with it. Most days, I'm just thankful if I convince myself that I really can live with this. Without him.
5 years earlier
"Taylor! Where did you put the mascara?" I shouted.
Taylor and I had been best friends for six years when we met each other in middle school. Now we were both at my house getting ready for our high school prom.
"I left it next to the sink for you," replied Taylor as she struggled to do up the back of her short, lime green dress.
"Thanks hun. Do you want some help zipping up your dress?" I questioned as I began to walk over to help my struggling friend.
"Thank you so much," Taylor relaxed.
I walked back to the counter and grabbed the mascara and delicately applied it to my upper lashes before curling them. When I was finished with that, I tossed it back in to my brown and pink polka dot make-up case and grabbed some grey eye shadow to add a dramatic look to go with my dark violet baby-doll dress.
We took pictures of each other while we finished getting ready. We finally began to gather our things together for the rest of the night. When we had all our things packed we tossed them in my Jeep and drove to Chad's house.
After arriving there, we grabbed our overnight bags from the back of the Jeep and tossed them downstairs where we were all going to spend the night. We went back upstairs and traipsed through the kitchen and out the sliding glass door to the backyard. As we walked out we watched as the entire crew in the yard turned to look at us in awe. We both smiled at each other and walked down the wooden steps and onto the grass.
"Sharpay! You look gorgeous, girl! I love that dress on you," Taylor finally said, breaking the silence. Everyone jumped right back into their conversation with and Taylor and I joining in.
I walked over to my boyfriend of three years, Troy. Seeing him look me up and down with wide eyes, I smiled.
"You look amazing Gabi," he whispered in my ear as he pulled me into a hug.
"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," I replied. We grabbed hands and walked back to where everyone was taking pictures together. After spending forty minutes exchanging cameras and taking hundreds of pictures with each other, we all climbed into our stretch limo together to head off to the dance. We laughed and talked together, enjoying the last night we would have together as classmates.