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AN: So sorry for the long update, been busy. Finals and all. I'll try not to take so long next time. Suimasen!! Review! I need them to keep me goin! Thanks. Suimasen!! Suimasen! Suimasen!

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Dance Partners

Senior Prom? Prayer?

Spring break was over, and I had to go back to school. Kami did I hate school, but it's my last year, and I would never ever have to see this place ever again. YES! And I only had 4 classes to go to anyways, all cake classes, so I don't really have to sweet it, I'll pass. And when June comes coming around, I'll be walking in my orange cap and gown, and I'll be walking up to get my diploma. Kami, I couldn't wait for June. I couldn't wait to leave this place and I knew Bra felt the same way. But one thing was keeping us away from our happiness, our best friends that we hopelessly fell in love with, why did it have to be our best friends? It could've been anyone else and it would've been easier to say 'I love you' but with our best friends it's harder because of the friendship that you don't want to ruin.

I sighed. It was gonna be a long day. I walked around school, to get to my next class, Calculus AP.

I walked into my Cal class and handed Mr. Pip my spring break test. Yes, we had homework over the spring break. He said not to work with other people, but what do you do? Ya, work with other people. It took 15 pages of collage ruled paper to finish that freakin' test. But not as much as the Summer test, yeah we had summer homework, on the first day of class we had to hand in that into Mr. Pip or we wouldn't be admitted into the class. I did it, last minute, hehehe. Same with this one. Whatever. Calculus, dragged on for about an hour before I would have to go to my last class.

Mr. Pip went on about AP test and how he wants everyone to take it. He taught us a new way to find limits, why didn't he teach use this way before, way easier than the one he had before. Anti-derivatives, differentiation equations, integration formulas, sigma notations, and a whole lot of stuff that I drowned out at about 5 minutes into class. My mind started to wander on the dance competition a few days ago, mostly on Goten and my sister and me and Trunks. Mostly wondering how many ways they could reject us and leave us and never want to talk to us for a very long while. Very optimistic, don't ya think?

The bell rang. Time for my last class of the day, then a 3 hour break then off to dance class. Yes, I still have dance class until I graduate, then no more. Kami, I'm gonna miss everyone in my dance class, no one from school. Those people can kiss my Japanese ass!! I went thru a lot of pain in high school and no one helped me thru it, and I didn't bother telling anyone in my dance class, but they always seemed to know when I was down because when I would go into class they would always try to make me feel better and they always did. I'm going to miss that. But if I were to go to school here, I'd see some of the faces in collage that made me want to leave in the first place. So in the end, the bad out weighs the good.

I started to walk to class, do you ever get that feeling that everyone is talking about something and you have no idea what it is? You feel completely left out? 'Cause that's how I feel right now, I wonder what they're talking about? I just shrugged it off and went into English class.

I went inside class and Trunks wasn't there yet. So, I just sat down at my desk and just waited for class to start. About 5 minutes later Trunks came strolling in, it kinda looked like he was wearing the dance uniform, the one we were to practice in, did he feel like not changing? It didn't really matter, he looked fine.

He sat right next to me, he was about to say something when Mr. Zero said something. "Class, settle down" class went still "Let's congratulate Trunks and Pan, for their performance in the dance competition" everyone in the class started to clap, saying 'you guys rule,' awesome,' 'you guys were tight,' and I think I heard an 'I love you guys' somewhere. I just smiled, so did Trunks. "Okay, that's enough" class stopped cheering and we went into doing our work.

I had that same feeling again, the one were everyone knows something you don't, what did they know? It's really getting on my nerves. Has it ever gone to the point were it's getting so much on your nerves that you can't do anything? 'Cause that's how I feel right know, I can't get anything done, what the hell were they all talking about?

Still thinking about it, I pulled out my planner. What day was it today? I looked thru the planner, it was April 24, 2001. Oh, shit, that's what they were talking about, PROM!!! It's in 2 weeks! I looked at my planner, I can't go! Why?! Because I have prayer that day for my grandmother, my father's mother. She died a year ago the day of prom (NO, seriously, I know its an unbelievable coincidence, but that's why I couldn't go to my senior or junior prom. For those of you who are Roman Catholic's. When someone dies, you pray for nine days from the day they died and the next year on the day they die you pray again, but not for nine just one day). Damn, I was gonna miss my senior prom! Don't get me wrong, I love my grandmother, although I never met her, I love her. And knowing father, he wouldn't let me go to prom to miss his mother's prayer. I'm not even gonna bother him and ask, 'cause I know what the answer will be. I sighed and started banging my head on my desk. I couldn't believe it I'm gonna miss MY SENIOR PROM!!! Damn!

"Panny, what's wrong?" I heard Trunks ask me.

"I" head bang on desk "Can't" again "Go" again "To" again "Prom!" I brought my face up, so I was looking at him. He kind of had a disappointed look on his face, did he want to go with me?

"Why can't you go?"

"I have prayer that day. It's my father's mother's, one year death anniversary"

"Sorry, Panny"

"It's okay, are you gonna go?"

He looked down. Did he want to ask me? Nah, in my dreams, right?! I look at him again, he still hasn't said anything. I wonder. Did he want to? This is gonna bug me for the rest of my life, great. Just another thing to add to the pile, just great! I broke the silence.

"So…um…are you gonna go?" I asked again.

"I don't know…don't have a date" He said blushing. Did he want to ask me?

"You don't have a date. Why don't you just go stag?"

"Go alone, I don't think so"

"It's your senior prom, you shouldn't miss it" I felt my heart tear, for some odd reason. Why would my heart feel this way? Do I want him not to go to prom and come to the prayer with me? OMG! What would my family say? Sister? OMG, my father? Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! He's never gonna be yours!

"I guess your right?" He chuckled "Maybe I'll meet someone there" He said poking me playfully.

At that comment, I seriously felt my heart rip out of my rib cage and get thrown out of the room. I grabbed my chest and sighed deeply. This was going to be a long 2 weeks.

The Day Of Senior Prom
The 2 weeks past pretty quickly, but that ache in my heart didn't go away and it didn't help much that Trunks had a date to senior prom, I don't know who it was, and I seriously didn't need to know her name, all I know it's someone his mom set him up with, and if I know her, she's probably drop dead gorgeous. I sighed as I knelt in front of the alter as we began to pray.

The prayer went on for an hour, when it was done, we ate. I was in my room as the festivities were happening in the other rooms. I was oblivious to my door opening because I was so lost in thought and it didn't help that everyone was being very loud in the house. I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was my mother.

"Hi, mother" I said a bit sadly.

"Today was your senior prom wasn't it?" She asked me, I didn't know she knew. I didn't tell anyone, not even Bra.

"How'd…" I started, but was cut off by my mother.

"I'm apart of the P.T.A. and they called a few days ago for chaperons." she chuckled "Why didn't you ask us? I'm pretty sure, I could've convinced your father to go"

"Yeah, right" I snorted "Today is his mothers 1 year death anniversary. Like I would've gone up to him and said 'Father, I'm not going to the prayer of your mothers because I want to go to prom.' Please I would've gotten slapped."

I heard her sigh. She knew I was right. I would have gotten slapped and she knows it, no matter how much she asked father too.

"I'm sorry, baby" she said as she kissed my forehead and left my room, closing the door shut.

My mind kept wondering on prom. I sighed. It also kept wondering on Trunks date, who the hell was she? I lied, I seriously needed to know who she was.