Chapter 6: Prom Night
My aunt and uncle knew something had happened before I even opened my mouth.
We found the best suit we could afford. Uncle Ray ironed his own shirt three times, though he wasn’t going anywhere.
On prom night, when Charlotte opened her door in a pale blue dress, every sentence I had practiced vanished.
She smiled at me.
“You look really good, Tyler.”
“You do too,” I managed, which was nowhere near enough.
Uncle Ray leaned out of the truck and grinned.
“Well, look at that. The boy still has words.”
Charlotte laughed and slipped her hand into mine.
She kept holding it all the way into the school gym while people stared.
Some were shocked.
Some were jealous.
For once, I didn’t care.
I was walking into a room instead of wishing I could disappear from it. Continue Reading ⬇️
