But eventually they broke up, too.
It was almost time for the prom, and Freddy didn't have a
I didn't really want to go to the prom because I was super-duper
poor and bitter about life and I just couldn't see myself struggling to come up
with a pastel dress so that I could stand around with a bunch of jerks for one
night. But I would have cheerfully done all that if I could have gone to the
prom with Freddy.
One day I was late to school because I had stayed out
pretty late the night before watching my ex-boyfriend drink beer and rip baby
trees out of the local park. I remember that I didn't have time to rat my hair
and apply the usual copious amounts of black eyeliner that morning. I also
remember that I had thrown on a denim mini-skirt and my lucky orange floral
Benetton t-shirt that a lady from church had given me. I remember that as I
rushed from my locker to Economics, Freddy looked me up and down and then
Fifth-period Drama was something with which I just couldn't
cope that day, so instead I wandered the halls for an hour. Freddy was cutting
class, too. We sat on the floor for a while and talked. I got up the nerve to
ask him the question nearest to my heart.
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