Oh gawd… Trixie wasn't feeling well, she hadn't any sleep last night and it had taken almost half an hour of make-up to get the black spots under her eyes disappear. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she could barely keep her eyes open. It had been a month since she made the bet with Amber, and she still hadn't found her date. She didn't want anyone from school. The Bet was on AMBER's expectations. AMBER was going to decide if Trixie's date was hot. And AMBER thinks that only jocks are hot. So why would she be wasting her time looking for a hot date in the school.
It's still a month to the prom, still a month to the prom… she reminded herself.
When she got to school, she straightened her back, and walked confidently along the corridors, but she didn't feel confident at all herself…
"Oh Trixie!" Amber's voice came up behind her.
Oh please leave me alone!
"Oh Trixie, I was just going to show you a picture of my prom date! He's gorgeous isn't he?"
Trixie looked at the picture, Amber was right, he was good-looking, and he was in a soccer outfit, off course a jock. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. This was HER date, or what her date was supposed to look like. Well, Amber has beaten her to another hot date; she'll have to go for second best. And second best was NOT in Blake Covey High.
She walked down the halls toward the gym, where she had been spending most if not ALL of her free time, people where already hanging banners and putting up balloons, she didn't like last minute cramming, so she insisted that the decorations be up a month before the prom, and there they were. No one but the committee members where allowed in the gym. Not even the janitors. She had assured Principal March that she would oversee everything, even clean-up. He gave her a key to the gym.
It was another dreadful day, Martin, who she had hired to be the DJ was having trouble. His Uncle, who was going to lend him the turntables had canceled out and said he couldn't lend the tables to Martin because he got a gig at a club in LA… Martin was forever apologizing, but all she told him was that he should find another turntable.
Trixie was walking along the street, she could drive, but the fresh air felt good. Scratch that. The wind didn't feel at all that good. Trash was blowing in her face at the most alarming rate and she couldn't see a thing. Then plop a piece of paper hit her square on the face. Now what is this? She looked at the paper, it was a torn piece of paper from the ads section on the newspaper it read:
Madame Tamysha
Fortune Teller
Need help in life? Come over to Madame Tamysha and she will tell you what destiny has in store…
There was an address, it wasn't far, I could give it a try. I don't believe in this stuff but I could give it a try. She had asked every boy she knew but somehow, they were all busy at her prom night.
The house looked normal, she double checked the address, Trixie let herself through the iron gate and into the lawn. She knocked on the door. A voice answered
"Come in!"
She opened the door a bit and the smell of herbs escaped quickly. She went inside. A big Jamaican woman was stirring something in a pot. Whatever it was, it made Trixie feel better.
"I know why you're here." said Madame Tamysha. She had very good English.
"Excuse me?"
"You're Trixie right?"
"Yes. How did you know my name?"
"Honey, I know a lot of things, thank to you."
"…"
"Anyway honey, you need a prom date right? Well here." Madame Tamysha handed her a ring. No, someone's class ring.
"Class of 1986?"
"Uhmh… the young man came by at that year, looking for the same thing you were looking for…"
"A prom date?"
"No honey, your one true love. Why do you think you've been so picky? No not because that Amber has high expectations. It's because YOU have high expectations…"
Trixie nodded her head but didn't understand a thing.
"Don't worry honey, you'll understand. For the meantime, wear that ring, you won't regret it."
Trixie looked at the ring, if Madame Tamysha said it would help her she would hang on to it for dear life. Wait! I don't believe in this crap! But it sounds so promising. Must be the air.
