Okay this is a new story! YAY! I will still upload Ambrosia! This will be a short story about prom night.

(Sizzy)

Enjoy :)

Prom was said to be the most important night of your high school life. Besides graduation of course. For some, your prom would be a night that you can't remember after drowning yourself in booze. Some people didn't want to go, people like me. Then you have people, like my mother who only remember getting banged against a cold bathroom wall. which is where I came into the picture.

Simon Lewis. Key master. How do you do?

So after being created at a prom, which my mother would forever, look back on as the biggest mistake of her life. Even though she claimed it was the happiest, I had no desire to go to my prom. But when you have a sister and mother like mine then you will find yourself, sitting in a tuxedo while your mom takes useless (date-less) photos of you, that will probably be seen by no one.

So there I sat, in the passenger side of my mom's mini van, begging her to just turn around so i didn't have to deal with this crap. Who of course, refused. Claiming that if i didn't go to prom then i would regret it for the rest of my life. I didn't think so.

Looking out of the window i could already see people looking at my the van and laughing.

Some people rented limos to drop them off at prom. No I get dropped off by my mom with her mini van that had over 12 bumper stickers.

After giving my mom a quick kiss, I opened up the door and got out.

Which made them laugh even more when they saw it was me, who had the embarrassing mom in a van.

Straightening out my tuxedo, i walked through the double doors, seeing a gym decorated in what looked like a cliche prom. It seemed like the color scheme was black and silver, even the napkins and plates followed the scheme, and where there is a cliche prom, there is drunk teeenagers, who after graduation would take the first steps into adulthood.

But first that meant drinking enough at prom so you can't remember the first day of freshmen year.

Grabbed a plastic red cup out of a girl's hand who i didn't even know went here. See now thats sad, im at prom and i didn't even know half the people here. I kept my circle small. Starting with my best friend Clary who was probably at her boyfriend Jace's house rather than prom. Then there were my band members who some actually got dates, unlike me who didn't even know I was going to prom until yesterday. Scanning the room I saw Eric who was dancing with his girlfriend, going against the idea of talking to him I look for anyone one else, That's when I saw Eric, tumbling through the crowd of people dancing, well grinding on eachother I finally reached him.

"Hey! You actually showed up!" He said, bobbing his head to the music I didn't know.

"Yeah...You okay man?" I asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop the swaying.

"YES! Oh my god, YES! Im GREAT, man go get some ladies" He said, clearly drunk off of whatever was in these cups.

Losing hope on Eric, I became a wall keeper.

In almost every dance you go to you will find these groups of people.

The Disco Addicts: Basically the people who never leave the dance floor.

The Drunks: The people who stand by the bar and are probably drunk.

The Vagina Pack: That one group of girls, probably whispering about the 'Penis Pack' or in the bathroom.

The Penis Pack: The group of guys that is either drunk off their mind, or watching the 'Vagina Pack'.

The Wall Keepers: The awkward looking kids who sorta just lean against the wall probably with a scared look on their face.

I was a "Wall Keeper'. I stood against a wall almost two other kids, one girl who was too busy scrolling on her phone to notice me and one guy smoking a cigarette.

I had a perfect view of the gym, watching all the groups of people, as if it was a science.

I watched the new prom goers come in, slightly wishing that someone i knew would walk in through the doors and save me from this awful night.

I didn't want to be here, the girl on twitter didn't want to be here, and the boy whose eyes were bloodshot, definitely didn't want to be here.

I could leave, just walk aimlessly around the block, tell my mom it was the best night of my life and forget all about this. Then i can tell the story to my kids.

Then she walked in.

And suddenly, I didn't want to leave just yet.