person, I enjoyed the more casual look, so my mum
trying to force me into purchasing a meringue shaped
prom dress, was just never going to happen. The
final weeks at school were flying by and the clock was
ticking, four weeks before prom quickly approached,
and the panic started to set in for real. All the other
girls arriving to prom in the same limousine as myself
had found their ideal dresses, and there I was, parading
around in my skinny jeans and Dr.Martens, not having the
foggiest about what I was going to wear.
I was invited over to my friend’s house one evening, as
she said she would help me into finding something to
wear. I was worried about what the evening would entail,
due to us both having completely different styles, and
I was right! After spending a couple of hours in her
downstairs living room, searching over hundreds of ‘diva
dress’ websites, she suddenly ran up the stairs into her
bedroom. I waited in the living room for around 10
minutes, and she came back down the stairs
carrying what I could only describe as a body bag. The
bag was twice the size of us both put together; at
this point I could only imagine what was inside. The zip
was un-zipped, and out came a bright Barbie pink
merangue dress, encrusted with silver sequins that
surrounded the chest area. Sounds of happiness were
escaping her mouth as she jumped up and down with joy,
so thankful that she had found this what she described
as ‘the PERFECT dress’. Persuasion began, and she
started to link me to the store she purchased her dress
from, explaining how lovely I would look in the purple one
just like hers!
When I arrived home my mood just began to get worse
and worse, knowing that I still hadn’t found anything to
wear, and also knowing all my friends were ready and set
for the big day. I opened up my laptop and began the
1000th search into finding something that I really loved,
it is true about what they say “you’re mood
changes everything”. My bad mood actually led me to
finally finding something I had my heart set on, the
colour black began to catch my eye, and as I wanted to
step away from the whole merangue scenario, I began to
find short, casual but beautiful styled dresses. I finally
found something that suited my personality, the perfect
dress that the rest of my friends had been so happy
about.
When the dress arrived it fitted perfectly, it hid my
lumps and bumps and made me feel a million dollars, I
had finally found what I was in search for. I spent hours
looking at it in the long wooden mirror in my bedroom,
and suddenly became to feel like something was missing.
As the dress was quite plain and dark, I knew I needed
something to brighten things up a little, that something
was a piece of jewellery, a piece that stood out from
the crowd. I suddenly remembered that my mother