Kinda Too Bad

Her hair comes off the curling iron in perfect little ringlets. She takes care to hairspray each piece so that her head of curls remains perfect. Prom night, the day ever girl waits for. The reason a girl tolerates highschool. Her pricey red dress hangs off both shoulders giving her tanned skin even more colour. Each feature on her face has been perfectly accented. She is a masterpiece. The mirror struggles to find an imperfection. Around her room pictures hang, of adventures and friendships, of camping trips and shopping trips. Ribbons intermingle with the photographs, awards and certificates commemorating her achievements. She's always been told her future is bright, she can be anything she wants to be. Her closet doors are covered in drawings. Those of children she's babysat, and some of her own. A budding artist and a talented writer. Her book shelves are filled with journals and her own stories. Her computer's resting light flickers, the hard drive is filled with music and digital camera images, projects and saved IM messages. She's got it together, she's got it all, and there's nothing standing in her way. She's admired and she's envied. The clock says 7:00. She gracefully slips into her heels embracing the height. Descending the stairs with the praise of her family. She has the perfect life, but the one thing she's really ever wanted is missing. It's prom night and this is every girls nightmare. She grabs the car keys, she goes alone.