• For weeks, I kept my jeans and perfume in the Target bag under my bed. I would wake up in the mornings before school, and think ' Today is the day I put on my jeans and perfume!' But as I was about to pull on my skinny jeans, I would chicken out and pull them off. It felt wrong, and not me, to put on a pair of jeans that didn't even fit.

    Weeks passed, then months. Shaun barely paid attention to me, and when he did, it felt as if he was forcing himself to. Now, our lunchtable was crowded with cheerleaders, all scrambling to sit next to my boyfriend, especially that
    Penny Leala. I was forced out of my seat next to Shaun, and sat at the table in the corner with other social rejects. I felt more out of Shauns life with each passing lunch. Now, I often thought about breaking up with him. But, then, I would remember our little fantasy about the castle on the hill with the ponies and throwns, and I would feel O.K.

    It was exactly three days from the school prom. I couldn't wait! Shaun had agreed to go with me, but only if he got to dance with Penny. That had sort of ruined my day, but at least he would go to the prom with me at all. I had spent hours at the mall, looking for the perfect dress. I found one in Betsy Johnson. It was a calf-length blue dress with a big, black bow on my waist. The silky material was smooth on my legs, and billowed out when I turned around in front of the mirror. It was perfect for me, and I also found a pair of heels to match.

    The night before the prom, I was confident enough to take myself out to dinner. I borrowed my dads car ( He and mom were in Japan for the week ) and drove to Chick-Fillet, my favorite fast-food restaurant. As usual, standing outside with his chicken mask on, was Voodoo. Nobody knew his real name, but he said he prefered I call him Voodoo than anything else. He was always outside Chick-Fillet, advertising with his chicken mask and yelling at people across the street to eat there. As I approached, he asked " How are things going?" I hesitated at the door, then turned around, sat on the curb next to him, and told him everything.

    I relayed the whole thing to him, from Kinder Care to highschool, and he listened to me. When I was finally done and through, he looked at me with his deep, brown eyes and said: " I don't really think he likes you much." That startled me. " He doesn't save you a seat at the lunch table, or pay attention to you. It's obvious he doesn't ike you ." We sta in silence, both of us looking at the ground, before I stood up. I looked at Voodoo, smiled, and sighed.
    " Thank you for listening, but I have to go eat. ". That night, I was furious. Not at Voodoo, but at myself for not realizing what Voodoo had. Shaun didn't like me, and niether skinny jeans or perfume could help that. I would break up with Shaun.

    The next day, I met Shaun at the bus stop. He looked at my with his beautiful, blue eyes and said: " Listen, Denise, I have something I gotta tell you."

    The break-up was quick and easy. No crying or name-calling, just more like a 'Goodbye.' As we turned away from eachother, I didn't feel sorrow, as I thought I would. I felt... free. Like an elephant who had just beenperched on my shoulder had suddenly ( and strangely ) grew wings and flew away. I ended up coming home directly after school, and I didn't go to the prom. Instead, I put on my prom dress, and went to Chick-Fillet. Me and Voodoo spent the night talking, and I find I have more fun with Voodoo than I ever did with Shaun. That same night, when I got home, I threw away my skinny jeans and perfume, and me and Shauns little fantasy.

    The End

    ( This story has been dedicated to Third_Voodoo xXTwilight_01Xx and iDominick who are all mah good friends ^-^ )