read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

December 3, 2002
Today was my first meeting with the editor of my book. Was I this nervous for my own prom? And I didn't even want to go to the prom! My best friend Sonia told me that she wasn't going and so that was my excuse not to go either. But then that skinny kid Seth asked her and before you knew it I was "boogying with Barry" in a black chiana dress with major cramps (great!) at a place called Emerald City (now a car dealership). Dang. Why I am nervous? I made it through that damn prom, didn't I?