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he pulled me close and pressed his forehead against mine, leaving only a few centimeters between our faces. his breath was warm as he spoke gently:
"not to bad for a last minute date, hm?" i smiled and stared intently at his lips. *just kiss me already*, i thought, exasperated at how long i was forced to wait for this moment. He obeyed, and i will always regret going to prom with him on a whim. we never spoke again after that evening.
I cannot alter this. My mom already told everyone; at least, she told her entire side of the family. I do *not* have the lead in the musical, despite the fact that she already told them that I do. A year ago. She lied. And now I have to explain the situation, on Christmas.
Open wide. Two words issued as a command- the sinister context was too much for me.
I tried to pretend that there was a friendly dentist looming above me, and not an unfriendly stranger.
I imagined myself being knocked unconscious from the anesthetic.
I imagined that it would just be a quick fluoride rinse, and then I could happily declare "NO CAVITIES!" to my mother, who would be waiting just outside.
But this was not a friendly encounter, and my mother would never quell the fear that was welling up inside of me now.
He stared down at me.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
James handed me a tall glass of the punch. The translu cent red liq uid sloshed around in the cup while we danced, and when i took a sip, some thing burned in the back of my throat. With out fur ther con sid er a tion, I dumped the entire con tents of the cup into my mouth and swal lowed, dis re gard ing the strong smell of liquor i could sense wafting from my breath. *and yes, i posted this as just "Regina. i forgot i had made a login*
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