Monday, April 28, 2008

Jazzed Up Tales

Zarahrella
by Purple Dreamer

Do you know what season is it? Prom season! Its one week before the big night and poor Zarahrella still don’t have a date. Its 7:30 am and let’s see what Zarahrella is up to. “Hey guys what’s up?” Zarahrella greeted her friends while putting some books in her locker. “What’s up? We should ask you what’s up.” Hannah answered. “What are saying?” Zarahrella asked confused. “Come on Zarah, you know what I mean why don’t you still have a date to the prom?” Hannah said looking at her with one eyebrow up. “Well the thing is…” the bell interrupted Zarah and they all went to their classrooms. “Talk to you guys later!” Zarah said rushing to her classroom. “Watch your step loser!” pushing Zarah away from the door. “Denise! You are such a ugh!” Zarah screamed.

At lunch time Anna, Hannah, Ileana and Zarah sat together. “Zarah did you find a date to the prom yet?” Ileana asked. “Well I really wasn’t planning on going.” Zarah answered. “Are you sure? It won’t be fun without you.” Anna asked hoping she can change her mind. “Yeah I’m sure.” Zarah answered smiling. Suddenly Denise came over to their table and said “None of you losers have any chance of winning the place of prom queen.” “Just leave us alone Denise!” Zarah shouted defending her friends.” “Okay whatever.” Denise said walking away. The bell rang and they all went to their classrooms.


Dismissal is one minute away and everybody wants to go home but Zarah on the other hand is just daydreaming about her imaginary cute date to the prom. She was having a good time when the bell rang. She walked home practically daydreaming while her friends were chatting. When they reach Zarah’s house Hannah broke Zarah’s daydream when she asked her if she was okay. Zarah just nodded her head and went in her house. Deep inside Zarah wanted to go to the prom it was her dream but she doesn’t have a date.

Zarah woke up on the wrong side of the bed and missed the bus. She was walking towards the school she heard the bell rang. She hurried to her locker and bumped into someone. That someone saw her phone fell and picked it up but when he turned around to return it Zarah was gone. He checked whose phone it was and went to class. Zarah remembered she forgot to put her phone on vibrate. She looked for her phone in her bag but she couldn’t find it. She was panicking and sweating the whole class.

When lunch came Zarah was looking for her phone everywhere. She was running around school and asking random people if they saw her phone. While running, she again bu,ped into someone. The person she bumped to apologized and recognized her face. “You’re Zarahrella right?” “Yeah I am.” Zarah answered. “You dropped your phone a while ago.” He said giving her phone back. “Thank you so much!” Zarah thanked him and hugged him tight.” “I’m Justin by the way.” Justin said shaking Zarah’s hand. Zarah was about to leave when Justin said “I know this is kind of last minute but would you be my date for the prom tomorrow?” Justin asked. Zarah’s heart was beating fast and she felt butterflies in her tummy and answered “I would love to.”

Today’s the big day and Zarah didn’t tell her friends that she was coming. She looked wonderful in a lime green dress with her hair curled up. Justin was always staring at her and she did the same thing. It was now 11 pm and time to announce the prom queen and king. Everyone was quiet and wishing they would win until they heard the announcer say “And the winners are Justin and Zarahrella!” “What!? Zarahrella!? That loser won?” Denise screamed loud enough everyone heard it. Denise ran away crying with a dramatic exit. Justin and Zarah went up on stage and everyone was cheering their names. After the prom, Justin and Zarah were still onstage and were the only ones left. “Zarah, this night is so amazing no words can describe it.” Justin said holding zarah’s hands. “I had a wonderful time Justin and without you my dream wouldn’t have came true. Thank you.” Zarah said moving closer to Justin. They both kissed and finally went home.

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