After many multiple minutes of getting ready for my big night, I arrived at prom. The music had just started and I was already ready to get my groove on. I headed out to the dance floor with my date, who happened to be my best friend. I figured that by going with him, he would not get jealous if I chose to hang out with my girl friends. I figured that by going with him, I would not feel obligated to dance every slow song with him. I figured that by going with him, I would have a fun, flirt-free, fantastic time.
             As I was out on the dance floor, I started to think about how I looked. Personally I thought I looked pretty damn good. I had gotten a bright blue shimmery dress from my favorite store Cache. To go with my dress I bought silver sparkly jewelry and silver silhouettes. Not only did my dress and accessories look good but so did my hair. The place that I went to picked out a hair style; luckily it turned out cute. They put loads of glitter in my hair; luckily it looked cute. They put my hair up in soft, stunning, spiral curls; luckily it looked cute.
             As I was dancing I decided to put my flower wristband down. I figured I would move more freely without it being in my way. The disc jockey was playing some really good songs when a friend and I decided to give everyone a little "show". Being that he was one of the best male dancers and I was one of the best female dancers at our school, we thought it would be cool to show off a little bit. As he played "It's Raining Men" my friend Evan and I went to town! As everyone watched we made sure to do only the best dance moves, one that we knew would get the crowd excited. As everyone watched we gazed into each others eyes, singing the lyrics to the song. As everyone watched we knew that our dance would be a hit. And indeed it was. A little later our principle announced that my friend and I had just won best dancers. They also gave away other awards such as best d...