"Prom is approaching, and I'm not ready," I think to myself. "I haven't bought my dress yet, my shoes, or made any appointments. I don't even have a date! I can't say I blame the guys around here," I mumble while feeling very sorry for myself. "I'm very predictable. I do the same things every day! I wake up, get ready for school, walk outside to my freezing cold car and scrape off the windows, and head off to school. I wish Dad would let me park in the garage. I'm the one that has to leave the house at 7:00 a.m. It is more work for me, though. I don't think anyone really notices, or cares. I only see Dad about twice a week when he comes home from work earlier than normal." I roll out of bed, and stare at my beeping alarm clock with glowing red numbers. Stretching up to the sky, I think, "I can't be late for school anymore or the teachers will give me detention. Father would not be pleased."
             While exploring my closet, the only outfit that is hanging is a white turtleneck, with a green vest, and dark green jeans. I pull it out of the closet and hang it up next to the shower. A warm shower actually seems like a good idea. After I'm finished with my shower, I put the out-of-style turtleneck and vest on, and squeeze into the size 5 jeans. "I'm just lying to myself by thinking these things fit. I'd be much better off with a size 8 or 9. Maybe if Mom was still here, I would have some sense of fashion. I really don't know how I'm supposed to dress. I don't think Dad would even consider helping me out. He's too busy with his more important patients."
             I scrape off the dirty windows of my old, rusty car and begin to drive to school like any other day. I pass the cheerleaders giggling in their pretty skirts to the right, and the cute guys following them, as usual. "I bet they all live n...