I was young again, living at home and in high school. My brother and I were at home.. our parents out of town.
We watched over the shop our family owned for them, screwing around making messes and not really working much at all. We closed up and went home, where I realized that the next day was Prom night.
I went to my room to cry Cinderella-esque because I had no date and no dres... but then realized that I did have a dress.
I tried it on and found that it was perfect in every respect except that it was not a dress, but rather a leotard and tu-tu with the American flag on it. Black tights, black platform shoes.
The next day I smiled to myself so happy because I was going to the Prom. A man came over and complained about the crappy job my brother and I had done closing up the shop the day before but I was so elated about my impending night of dress up and dancing with my old school mates it didn't phase me.
The neighbors took my brother and I shopping. I got some conditioner in a big yellow bottle. Instead of slickening an straightening my curly hair out, though, when I used it at home, my hair ended up long,
