Prom season

  It’s prom season. Everyone is talking and excited about it. Their dresses. Their dates. The after-party. 

  I’ve never had a prom date beyond Maria so I don’t relate to the excitement. Speaking of my best friend, I need to call her. But I don’t. I won’t. Not right now. Maria Vega will give me another lecture on wasting my popularity.

  A popularity I never asked for. Apparently, if vogue and other high class magazines repost your pictures, lots of people will take interest in you. 

  Photographers. 

  Modelling agencies. 

  Teen magazines.

  Mum has people calling her work line. Daddy gets calls on his personal line. 

  It’s really creepy but Maria thinks not. In her humble opinion, I should jump on this bandwagon to fandom. I think I’ll pass. Or not. I don’t know.