Sailor awoke that morning, full of dread. Today was the day she was being forced to go prom dress shopping with her hateful stepmother, Satan. I'm not even sure I care to go to prom she thought. I don't want to see Mason and his new girlfriend. I'm not really feeling prom season. She began her makeup, got dressed, and went downstairs to find Satan's family waiting in the kitchen. "Hey, what are you guys doing here," she said to the room full of people. "Oh, they're going to the mall with us."
Shoot me, Sailor thought, this is the most embarrassing moment ever. I don't want to try on frilly dresses in front of a bunch of people I barely know. Sailor reluctantly got in the car and off they went. Sailor looked around, store after store, dress after dress. Nothing fit right, nothing felt right. "Sailor, what are you looking for?" "I don't know," she said. All Sailor could see in her head was something pretty and sweet. Something Mason would look at and stop him dead in his tracks, make his heart skip a beat.
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