"Its prom! Its prom! A week to go till its prom!"
My hyper pixie like friend Alice happily sings as she dances her way into my room. I heard the click of her Loui Vuitton heels coming to a stop behind me. You know when you've been hanging out with your friends far too long when you can recognise the designer of heels just by the sound. She signs deeply behind me. "Bella, its prom next week and your still buried nose deep in books. Not to mention your hair in a messy bun. " She gracefully sits on the end of my bed checking her perfectly manicured nails.
"Unlike you Alice, I need to keep my grades up if I want to get to college next year. Besides Biology is the hardest subject for me"
"Bella you need to get a dress for prom" she huffed exhaustedly. She's been trying to get me to go shopping for a prom dress for weeks but with so many exams I just haven't had the time.
Adults say that teenagers have all the time in the world well that's where they are wrong. If we aren't studying for exams, completing assignments, we are preparing for so called life or death social situations we have to attend. The expectations of peers I will never quite understand. What does it matter what colour your prom dress is if your going to drop out of high school in the end.
In some respects I am lucky as my best friends are fashion divas. So all I have to actually do is try the dresses on they do the rest.
"Bella your prom dress has to be perfect" Alice moans from behind me.
"So Alice tell me all about your prom dress" I know that Alice can talk forever about her prom dress I know all the details of it already.
"Miss Swan, stop trying to change the subject. Rose will be here in five minutes to dress you for dress shopping." I gave in there is simply no point even arguing with one of them never mind the two of them. So I shut my book and turn to look at Alice. Just as the blond bombshell that is Rose walks heels start to click up the stairs.
"GUCCI" Alice fires at me. She got there first on this one. Rose walks in a black t-shirt, long grey cardigan and blue skinny jeans showing off them fabulously long legs. And on her feet them telltale black GUCCI boots I had heard.
Within half an hour I was in car on way to shop in Port Angeles. I was now clad in jeans and a long white flowing top with a thin black belt. Of course I had no say in what I was wearing. Although I hated it having your best friends dress you did have some advantages remarkably. I could look "good" in accordance to what my peers deemed respectable without having to put any effort in myself. The girls even did my make up for me. Often to a chorus of how I had perfectly pale skin so didn't really need make up other than to accent my naturally beautiful features. I never really believed any of the rubbish they tell me about me beautiful. Well here I go for no doubt six or seven hours of torture. Well suppose it is better than Biology. Anything is better than Biology.