Wearing the black dress I bought at the store, I entered the prom unenthusiastically. Everyone stopped and stared at me. "Who's that girl?" I heard a boy say. I didn't feel any different. All I wanted to do was to leave, but I didn't see Kyle anywhere. I decided to wait in the bathroom. I don't know how long I was planning on staying in the bathroom, let alone the prom, but all I know was that it was until Kyle himself wanted to leave. I banged my head on the mirror, and resumed crying. "I hate myself," I said. "I hate myself." I then heard the bathroom door swing open. When another girl entered, I quickly left the bathroom. I didn't want to look weird to anyone, and my issues didn't concern her.
I still didn't see Kyle. Rather, in the midst of the crowd dancing, chatting, and otherwise having a good time doing whatever they wanted, I saw food in the back of the room, on a table. I went there, placing the food on my tray. As I was searching for someplace to sit, I suddenly tripped, and all the food came crashing down on me. I was covered in milk, macaroni, and potatoes, with half of it on the floor. Everyone turned, stared, and started laughing at me hysterically. "Hey, look! She's got food all over her!" A girl said. "I think she peed herself, too!"
As it turns out, the three girls I met earlier today were glaring at me, and I tripped over the blonde one's leg. "So, slut, did you have a nice trip?!" The one with black hair yelled at me. Instead of answering, I sobbed harder. When I tried to get up, I slipped on the spilled milk on the floor. I just covered my head with my hands, and closed my eyes as I was shedding tears, hoping for my life to end. I think I heard the laughter dissipate, and people talking, but I couldn't tell because I was crying too loud, and I genuinely didn't care.
Just then, I was being pulled back up on my feet. "You okay?" I heard a voice say. "No, I'm not," I said, still sobbing. I looked up, and I was slightly shocked. "Stan?!" "Listen, it's okay now. I'm back to normal, I'm here now." "No, you're not," I said. "Do you even remember all the good times we had together?" "Don't mess with me, Lyssie. I hate that. You helped me with my schoolwork. My mom and sister are so proud of me, because I finally got good grades at algebra. You shared your lunch with me, when nobody else would. When I was down, you were there for me." "Stan, is that really you? This is too much to fathom. You better not be lying." "Please calm down, Lyssie. I know you're still upset, but you must realize the agony is over now. I know you abandoned your parents just to see me again, no other girl I knew would do that. She must be strong, and love me wholeheartedly." "Then do you love me?" "Why, yes. Unlike a certain someone, you viewed me as a person, caring for my feelings, rather than viewing me as a mere slave who only existed to buy junk." "Stan, I love you. I've missed you!" "I've missed you, too, Lyssie." Stan cupped my cheeks, and this time, my tears were out of joy. "I promise, I won't leave you ever again!" I said. "Good," Stan said. "I love you, Lyssie." Subsequently, we kissed, and like a flash, all of my problems faded away. I finally had the love of my life back, and I was over the moon.
After the prom, I took a long shower at Stan's house. Afterwards, I put on pajamas and headed downstairs. Stan was playing a video game, as usual. This time, it was Super Smash Bros. 64. I asked if I could play, and he gladly accepted. "Dude, I'm totally beating you!" I yelled. "No way! I'm gonna win!" Stan yelled. When my character Jigglypuff launched Stan's character Fox to the blast line at the edge of the screen, I was the winner, as declared by the game. I jumped up, and was celebrating. "I won!" I cried. "You did it, Lyssie!" Stan said. "I know. It feels so good to win!" Stan was moving closer to me without saying a word. "Uh, Stan?"