In less than TWENTY FOUR hours...

...I get to see these beautiful faces.

Oh, yes.

Seriously?

Eh, why is it that basically every time someone likes me, they're a little...off?

No offense or anything, but to keep sane I would like someone NORMAL to think I was attractive or appealing. For instance, today. I was at play practice, and apparently I wasn't paying attention, so I got the only other girl as a partner, while every other girl, except another group, got boys. Yes, I was fine with it, until I found out that girl was not liking them boys, she was liking them girls. 

SERIOUSLY?!

NO REALLY?!

Why oh why, oh sandy!

This always happens. I mean it was fine at first learning

 the dance with her and stuff. We were doing just fine, happily enjoying the High School Musical music, you know until she started making seductive faces at me.

Yes, it's true. She winked, she flirted, she gave me the stare. To get this sudden thing to stop, I made up this fake boyfriend I had. You know me though, when I lie, I laugh. It's a blessing.

My life.

NAY. I will not go to prom with you.

I don't understand why boys in my madrigal choir try to get at this.

SCENE: Classroom

PLOT: Young man comes in to ask me to prom, while I am trying to learn. 

ME: Oh, hey.

BOY: Hey there Miss Stolworthy.

ME: Mmmmhmmm.

BOY: I guess your wondering why I am here.

ME: ( silence )

BOY: Well Emily, I broke up with my girlfriend.

ME: Really? Again? Why?

BOY: Emily, I told you I would leave my girlfriend for only one other girl.

ME: Who that be?

BOY: YOU EMILY!

ME: Uhhhh. 

BOY: That's why I am taking you to Prom.

ME: You're what?

BOY: Are your ears on?? Taking you to prom.

ME: Well, thanks BOY but I can't go.

BOY: What the. Why not?

ME: I'm uh not uh I... ( I couldn't think of anything ! WHY!!!! )

BOY: You're going with me.

ME: I can't! 

BOY: You will, trust me.

ME: Neva.

( Boy leaves. I sit silently )

SCENE 2: Hallway

PLOT: He bombards me, once again.

BOY: EMILY STOLWORTHY EMILY STOLWORTHY EMILY STOLWORTHY.

ME: Yesssir?

BOY: Prom, the 25th of April, Me and You.

ME: I can't go homie.

BOY: You're going.

ME: No, I am not.

BOY: Just wait, you are.

( He leaves, I stand in silence yet again )

SCENE 3 : Hello, music hallway.

PLOT: He ugh.

BOY: Emily, PROM.

ME: No.

BOY: Yes.

ME: No.

Boy: Yes.

ME: NO.

BOY: Give me a good reason young lady.

ME: I do not want to go.

BOY: With me?

ME: With anyone. Boy, come on. You can take your girlfriend.

BOY: We broke up!

ME: Again?

BOY: Yes.

ME:Well, I hear Mr. Mckoy calling my name.

     I think it's my alto voice, it speaks to him.