I went to prom proud of it.
The Stonebridge High gym smelled like hairspray and warm punch.
Gold balloons bumped the ceiling.
When I walked in, every head turned.
My classmates stared and started whispering.
Then a girl in a silver gown stepped into my path.
Skylar Rosenthal.
Her father owned three car dealerships.
Her mother was the president of the school board.
Skylar held a plastic cup of water in one hand and a gold Cartier bracelet flashed on her wrist.
"Oh my God," she said, loud enough for the whole gym. "IS THAT DRESS MADE FROM OUR JANITOR'S RAGS?"
Laughter exploded around us.
A boy next to her, Colton Vickery, grinned and shouted, "IS THAT WHAT YOU WEAR WHEN YOU CAN'T AFFORD A REAL DRESS?"
My face burned.
Several classmates stepped away.
A phone came up to film me.
Skylar grabbed one of the pockets on my hip and tugged it so hard the stitches pulled.
