Daily Prompt: Weaving the Threads

“Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.” –The Daily Post


 1. Just under one and a half hours until my very first prom! I’m so excited and nervous all at the same time. I can’t believe this is it. Prom is here. Just like that! It felt so far away for so long and now here we are. This prom has caused so much drama. I was asked by my first boyfriend who now hates me because I wasn’t comfortable going with another guy at the time. My best friend hates me since I didn’t ask her but the truth is, I would never have asked a girl to prom to begin with. My grandparents don’t like my date even though I think she is so pretty. I can’t go with Anthony because he lives too far away. I barely know my actual prom date though… Everything is just terrible. 

2. I hope tonight is fun. I’m excited about everyone being together. I’m excited to see everyone dressed up. I’m SUPER excited for the food. I’m nervous for the dancing though. I also think the prom tables will be awkward. ALL OF MY FRIENDS will be at one table… and then there is me. I’m sitting with my prom date at a table with a bunch of people that not only am I NOT friends with – but I HATE a lot of them. Great… At least the tables are pretty much just for eating. The sad part is that my friends are socially awkward so they probably won’t dance even though part of me wants all of us to! 

3. I can’t believe how crazy getting prom dates was this year. I’m going to my high school’s prom with a girl named Nicole. I was asked to my friend Kristen’s prom. I was also asked to my friend Ashna’s prom. I was asked to a prom almost 3 hours away from where I live so I had to say no to that one. I was also asked to my own prom by my ex so I had to say no to him too. 

It’s funny because I’m actually the least excited for my prom (today) and the most excited for my friend Ashna’s prom because I won’t know anyone except her. There’s something comforting about not knowing anybody. I feel like I can’t be judged. 


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