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as a shorter version of model Elle Changling only with dark hair instead of blonde that wouldn’t frizz. Her desperation to be attractive was fueled by her love for a boy name Isaiah Suri who was one of the most popular boys in school. He was so beyond her reach she never imagined he’d say two words to her, let alone ask her to be his date for prom, but he did. She was overjoyed when he befriended her a month earlier, but she never imagined him being her prom date. It was like a fairytale come to life for the eighteen-year-old and she would be the belle of the ball.
    Her mother did her hair and makeup. It was a bitter sweet time in her life. This marked the two year death anniversary of her father who died in a construction accident while on the job. She had grieved for so long that she forgot what it was like to be excited about something. It had been two years since she felt sincere joy and because of Isaiah she felt like a person again. Her hair was tied tightly in a large bun at the top of her head with a shimmery head band that framed her face. Her mom was able to cover most of her blemishes from years of acne scarring and her eye shadow brought out the green in her sad eyes. She smiled at herself for the first time in years. The dress she wore was passed down by her mother who wore it to her prom. It had an asymmetrical sagging neckline with ruching and was emerald with tiny mirrored dots sprinkled throughout the material that gave it a shiny glow.  She was radiant and happy.
    Isaiah picked her up at seven p.m. sharp and with no time for pictures they sped away in his dad’s red 2085 Dodge Charger. When they got to the hotel grand ballroom the party was well underway.  Her peers were dressed to the nines in shimmery gowns and sharp tuxes dancing to the electronic sounds of the decade’s best artists. She looked around at all the couples and was thankful to not be alone. She looked over at Isaiah who was looking around for a table.
    “There’s one!” He yelled over the music while pointing to the table where the populars were sitting.
    Isaiah grabbed her hand and they walked over to them.
    “You guys know Cameron right?” Isaiah asked the uninterested group.
    “Cameron? That’s your name? Oh. I thought it was Sarah,” said the rude blonde matter-of-factly.
    “No it’s Cameron. Always has been.”
    “Anyways, can we join you guys?” Isaiah asked.
    They absentmindedly moved their things over so the two could sit. Everyone looked uncomfortable and immediately resolved to watching the dance floor for something interesting to talk about. When the silence got too intense, Cameron looked over at her date who was playing 3D racing on his paper thin LED pad.
    “So, you having fun?”
    “Oh um sure. I mean dancing isn’t really my thing, but it’s cool,” he said and looked back at his car game.
    “Oh. Well I’ve been wondering since you asked me out…was I your first choice to be your date? I mean out of all these girls, why me?” She asked nervously.
    “Because you’re not so high maintenance. It’s not easy to find a girl who won’t judge a guy on how many ErgoChills he can surprise her with or if he’ll pay her way to the 4D opera,” he said.
    “Oh, I don’t like that place anyway. It gives me a headache. I don’t see what all the fuss is about some fat lady singing at me just inches away from my face. I hear it was better before the apocalypse when there were no credits and nothing was enhanced with 3D technology. You could walk on the sidewalk and look at an ad for feminine hygiene products without a tampon jumping out at you. You could watch the opera commence on stage without adding that extra dimension. I mean I’m sure those performers get tired of having to always wear clothes with that hideous polarized stitching.  Nowadays everything seems to be jumping out at you. It’s as if they want you to be immersed in your surroundings 24-7. It’s exhausting,” Cameron