“Prom is so stupid,” Gianna mumbled, taking a sip from her flask and looking around the room. Everyone happy with their friends and their dates, and Gianna was surrounded by neither. “Another twenty and I’m out.” As off-brand as this was for her, it was the truth.
“Then why’d you come?” Amara asked, for this night, and this night only she was sober. At least up until prom prom was done. “Every school dance is stupid, you know that, so why’d you come?”













