A/n: Well, here we go. Drabble number 2. Love it? Hate it? Review it?
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15-year-old Joanne stared at her lavender dress, pulling at it angrily.
She didn't wear dresses; she never had. But tonight was different. Tonight, she would finally be normal.
Hopefully.
Brian, a guy in her Algebra class, had asked her to the Homecoming dance, which was tonight.
Joanne was almost positive that Brian liked her, and even though she wanted to like him, too,
she couldn't help but feel
nothing.
Her mother had been so excited. She clapped her hands together, glad that her little girl was finally going out
with a nice boy.
She took Joanne dress shopping.
She took Joanne to get her hair and nails done.
She took Joanne shopping for "proper shoes," insisting that she couldn't wear those "hideous combat boots"
to such an occasion. Now Joanne looked at herself in the mirror,
cringing at the unfamiliar globs of eye shadow on her lids, and the lip stain that made her look like a clown.
Waiting for her date to show up, Joanne felt anxious and annoyed; she just wanted this all to be over.
As she heard a knock on the door and the sound of her mother getting the camera ready, Joanne swallowed
guiltily, wishing with all of her heart that the person on her arm could be a girl.
And she hated herself for that.
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