Here’s my story, should I attend her ball?

Published May 19, 2010

I had the perfect highschool life. Outstanding grades, pretty much many teacher’s favourite. Contributed a lot to the school, in terms of both academic competitions and various performances. Well-known, almost everyone in campus knows my name, even other schools would recognise my name. Friends with almost everyone, from senior jocks to the little girls in gradeschool.

But above all those, one thing that made my highschool life perfect was being involved with the prettiest and arguably smartest girl in school, maybe even the whole city! I remember back in gradeschool, all guys have crushes on her, myself included, but all we can do was stare. When we finally became close in highschool, it was like a dream come true. We would always hang out after classes, share our wallets, and we even have this goodbye handshake everytime one of us was going home. We were an unofficial couple everyone knows about.

College came, we both passed the same course on the same college. It was great for the first few weeks. Then my seemingly perfect life started to plunge. My dad was put into rehabilitation for drug abuse, my uncle was as well. And I somehow became bored with studies, wrong thoughts that led me to today. Me, being the jerk that I am, decided to stop studies for a while. I just left everyone. My friends, teachers, didn’t contact them after I dropped out. I disappeared from everyone’s life. I became a loner. I didn’t realise it until I spoke to a friend over the phone a week ago. He said I’ve changed a lot from what I used to be.

And that girl, the last time I spoke to her, she said she hated me for suddenly dropping out. I haven’t talked to her for months. She’ll be turning eighteen soon, yes, we started college early. Her debutante’s ball is next week. Almost all of my friends are on her list of eighteen roses, I wasn’t. Some on the list are people she only recently met, I barely knew them. The last one on her list was her boyfriend.

Here I am, being the loner I am right now, typing this up to ask random people on the internet. Should I even attend her ball and endure the fact I’ll only be standing on a corner looking at the dances which I should have been a part of if I didn’t act like such a jerk?

Here’s my story, should I attend her ball?

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