Chapter Forty-Five: Prom Night:So Devon and I kept talking. We talked about my family.
It was hard to dodge some of her questions, but I think I did alright. I don't like dodging what she asks about my family. I'd like to be able to tell her – to tell -anyone-. But I know better. I don't think I'd be believed.
The rest of my family is . . . well, to be honest, rather oblivious. They're wrapped up in their own tasks, or their own games. I don't think they realize just how much people are starting to ask.
I can't get too mad at them, though. They are family, after all.
But. . . well, there are a few things that they don't realize quite yet.
I called Devon over,
and we talked.
And while we talked, I steadied my nerves, and asked Devon if she had a boyfriend.
The answer was no, and while I still had my courage, I asked her if she'd go to the prom with me – and she said yes!
I didn't want to let her go running off, so I talked her into a game of hopscotch.
After one game, though, she said she had to run off and get ready for Prom – she seemed just as excited as I felt!
So, off I went to prom.
I was named Prom King, and Devon and I officially became an item!
All that, and I don't think anyone in the family knew that I had a date.
They will when the Prom picture goes up in the museum, though. . .