After sophomore year, I changed everything about me. I changed my clothes. I ditched the long sleeve shirts and the sweaters for T- shirts,sweatshirts, and hoodies . I also left my jeans, for Sweatpants and shorts. I also started to wear caps and hats and grew out my hair. I started too have a beard growing out my face so I keep that too. I felt good with the changes I made and everyone else agreed. Now it's Junior year, and as I promised, I wanted to make it the greatest year ever. I'm 16 now and I finally gained more responsibilities in life and school. I can now do most of the things that I couldn't do in the previous years. I can hang out with friends past my curfew. I can easily do anything I want. It was going great. The first day of school was a breeze. I was having fun and met all sorts of new people and teachers, and made even more friends. They were mostly the Freshman and Sophomores. The Juniors and Seniors were alright, but I loved some of the people in the lower classes. Especially my bud Lidia, someone I knew for about 5-6 years and she was a freshman and she is the most lovable girl ever. Since I loved her, I managed to fall in love with her friends too. I hate the damn freshman, but these guys are special. I also love of my Sophomore friends like my homegirls Victoria and Grace, and some guys like my boys Dj, Max, and David. They are the greatest. In the first few months, my social life was incredible. I was talking to everyone about everything. It was great, and some of them loved me too. So far my promises are starting to come true. But there was one thing that was stopping everything to be perfect, and that was prom. It was finally the class of 2019, my class's time to participate in prom. I also made a promise to myself that I'd get a date and escort them. However most of the people in my class, already started to have dates to prom already, in 2 months, into the school year. Each month passed by and now my faith started to get smaller and smaller. I was now just desperate to find anyone who needed a date. Fortunately, my best friend wanted to go and she told me that she was willing to take me. I refused because I'd hate to do that to my best friend. But she told me that whether I liked it or not, She would drag me to prom, unless I couldn't find a date, until a good friend of mine who was a sophomore, who was also a blondie ( How wonderful, another fucking blond). It was my close friend, Livie. She is so funny, and sweet and very social. She was beautiful in every way possible, and she wanted me to take her to prom as friends, so I was alright with that. She was my new favorite Blondie. Finally, I accomplished everything I needed to do. I was so proud of myself. Word went around and suddenly everyone started to ask me about prom and my date. I was so happy and I was joyful. In my mind, I was the happiest guy in the world. Nothing could get better than this, but it did. I acquainted myself to a bunch of the "popular people" and now I talk to everyone and I have been hanging out with a bunch of people too. It was fantastic, Everything was going my way, and I couldn't explain the joy I was in.
It was great until something happened that I would have never expected.................
