Dancing with Molly Read Online Free PDF

of Ashley?
    Jesus. I’m a psycho. Why am I even wasting time thinking about this?
    ENOUGH.

Friday, May 2
    We had Family Movie Night tonight. Usually those words strike fear in my heart, because that means we have to watch whatever romantic comedy abomination has recently caught Ashley’s or Mom’s attention. Thankfully, it was Dad’s turn to pick the movie, and he decided on this cool spy movie that was based on a novel. I really had to pay attention to keep up with it because it wasn’t all stuff blowing up. It was really stylish—all about British intelligence in the seventies and eighties.
    I was so engrossed in this movie that I missed a text message from Jess:
    SAT: U+ME--->KELLY’S HOUSE
    I texted her back and said:
    I am not making out with you two.
    Jess:
    Fine. U R the 1 missing out. LOL.
    She also texted me that Brandon and Pete are coming, and that Kyle, Kelly’s brother will be there with “party favors.” I told her I wasn’t going to become a burnout. She wrote back:
    WHATEVS.
    This should be interesting.

Saturday, May 3
    Oh.
    My.
    God.
    What I have just endured is cruel and unusual. If Jess hadn’t scheduled something for tonight, I might just get into my car and drive in a straight line until I ran off a bridge, or into a ditch, or straight up a mountain.
    It is currently six o’clock in the evening. I have been shoppingfor prom dresses with my mother and sister for the past EIGHT HOURS. EIGHT (8) HOURS. We have been to TWO (2) different malls, and THREE (3) additional stores not housed in a mall.
    To make matters worse, I found my dress at the first store we visited. It is a slim black sheath that comes to just above my knees. There is a short kick split at the back and the whole thing is this really fun woven fabric that looks like raw silk, so it has a sheen, but it’s also stretchy, so it clings and gives in all the right places. If I’m going to endure this prom, I’m at least going to be comfortable. The dress is strapless except for this small wave of shiny sheer fabric that sort of splashes up over my shoulder. It doesn’t really act as a functional strap, but it’s just there for some drama and flair. It’s totally sophisticated but still fun.
    Of course my mother HATES IT.
    She kept trying to get me to try on these big mermaid gowns in bizarre clown colors. In fact, she wouldn’t even let me get it the first time we were at the store. She made me put it on hold until we’d done some more shopping. I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Who CARES about shopping? If you find the dress you want, BUY IT AND GO HOME. Mom was like, Oh no! You can’t buy the first dress you like at the first store! You have to try on TWENTY MILLION OTHER DRESSES.
    I was like, But why? I like THIS dress. THIS is the dress that I want.
    She spent hours—literally HOURS—trying to convince me to try on other dresses. Finally, I just started doing it because I realized I was doomed for the entire day. Ashley was trying on all these gigantic gowns with sequins and feathers and bows and trains. I decided to play a game. Every time we went to a store, I’d look for the ugliest dress I could find, and go try it on. Then, when I came out, my mother would try to convince me that THIS (horrifyingly ugly) dress was the BEST DRESS EVER. SO much better than that first dress I tried on.
    It got to the point that I was laughing so hard that even Ashley started cracking up. I was wearing a chartreuse mermaid dress. First of all, I should never wear any color in the bright yellow family. I have brown hair and pale skin, and it makes me look like I am dying of a rare blood disease. Furthermore, this particular “gown” was covered in rhinestones and bugle beads. It felt like I was wearing mermaid armor. Mom COULD NOT STOP talking about how beautiful it was. I finally turned to Ashley and said, ARE YOU HEARING THIS? She looked at me and we just both