That night, all the
seniors at Laguna Beach High School got dressed up and came back to school to
attend the senior prom. They spent time in the gymnasium which was filled with
tables, nourishments and moving lights. Some sat at the tables while others
danced on the floor to the music provided by the band. Andrea sat with the
cheerleaders, which included Pamela and Mauricia, who were known as the Cow
Belles but not as popular as the Fabulous Four. She was sitting on the lap of her engaging prom date who was in his
early thirties. An hour in, Debra and Skye arrived to the prom together in
tight, long dresses with their hair in curls. They slowly walked through the
gym and sat down at an empty table. Meanwhile, Madeline walked up to her
friends' table with her date and boyfriend, Homer.
"Well, if isn't
the semi-beautiful people," she said.
"Madeline, I've
been meaning to tell you," started Pamela, "you are to die. To die!
Figuratively, of course."
Madeline twirled around, showing off her
tight, gorgeous silver gown. And how beautifully her hair looked, tied into a
bun wrapped with silver ribbon. She looked at Andrea to see if she noticed her
attendance. But Andrea was too mesmerized by her gorgeous date who had to be in his late twenties.
"I am so bored
tonight," Andrea purred. "I think it's time for un pequeño servicio
de habitaciones."
"Andrea!"
called Madeline.
Andrea looked at her
friend. "Que?"
"There's an
announcement that needs to be made."
"Yeah, give it up
for the prom queen," said Homer, gesturing his hands to his girlfriend.
"Oh, Madeline, I
am so sorry!" said Andrea, looking remorseful.
Madeline sat down in
an empty chair to the table. "It's okay, Andrea. We all can't be up to
speed, can we?"
She giggled and so did
the girls at the table. Andrea's face was full of confusion. Then it turned
into a little irritation.
"Chica, did you
just say that I was on speed?" she asked.
Soon, the all-girl
rock band ended their song, letting the crowd applaud them. Once the members
got off the stage, the blonde, four-eyed principal walked up and stood in front
of the microphone.
"Welcome to
Laguna Beach's senior prom!" she said in her squeaky voice, causing a
little bit of feedback in the microphone.
The students cheered,
just feeling excited to be at the event.
"The moment that
we have all been waiting for: the announcement of Laguna Beach's prom king and
queen!" The principal was handed a white envelope. "Our prom king
this year is..." She ripped the envelope open, forming it into a letter.
"Homer Peterson!"
The crowd gave
applause as Homer celebrated before running up to the stage. The principal was
taken by surprise when he lifted her up and began dancing with her. He
eventually put her down and she walked back to the mic. She was handed another
envelope while a man in a tux handed Homer a silver scepter.
"Alright,"
she uttered. "Now the cherry on the ham of this delicious year. I'm so
pleased to announce that the prom queen to reign over our kingdom this year
is..." She ripped open the envelope and read the name inside.
"Madeline King!"
Every student in the gym caused an uproar.
Everyone cheered and clapped and even gave a standing ovation. Even though
Madeline knew she was going to win, she still acted surprise. She grinned and
got up, making her way to the stage. Big clear balloons filled with smaller,
colorful balloons rained from the ceiling. She walked onstage and gestured like
a queen. The man in the tux approached her with a sparkly, silver tiara and
placed it on her head, around her bun. The principal moved out of the way so
Madeline could speak into the microphone. She flaunted her stuff for a little
while, feeling so excited.
"Thank you,
senior class," Madeline smiled. "You don't know how much this means
to me. It's a dream come true. Thank you, everyone. I love you so--"
All of a sudden, she
was interrupted by a girl's voice which, for some reason, protuded loudly from
the speakers on the stage. "I killed Lizzie. I killed the teen dream. Take
your panties out your butthole."
Everyone was so
confused. They didn't even know what the voice said until it occurred again.
"I killed Lizzie.
I killed the teen dream. Take your panties out your butthole."
Madeline began to
recognize the statement. She remembered saying that but she thought she was
hallucinating for a second. She just laughed it off.
"What?" she
said.
"I killed Lizzie.
I killed the teen dream. Take your panties out your butthole."
Madeline ignored the
voice and continued to speak into the mic, hoping everyone else would ignore
it. "Thank you so--"
Suddenly, the
microphone cut off so nobody could hear her. Yet the voice kept repeating on
the speakers. The principal lifted up her dress and walked down the steps,
eventually running out, angry about the disruption. The faces in the crowd
started to change. They never heard that statement ever but they figured out who was
saying it.
"That's her
voice," someone said.
Upset, Homer smacked
his scepter into Madeline's hand. She held onto it as Homer walked away from
her.
"Homer?" she
said.
He gave her a cold
look of disappointment before walking down the steps. He pushed himself through
the crowd and eventually left the gymnasium.
"Homer!"
Madeline threw the scepter down onto the surface.
Debra's boyfriend,
Kyle, snuck up behind her as she was taking everything in. He sat down in the
empty chair next to her, staring at her smile.
"I can't believe
she accidentally recorded herself with that birthday card," he said.
"I can't believe
you snuck backstage and broadcasted the card," shared Debra.
The two smiled at each
other before pecking one another on the lips. Kyle then dropped a camera on the
table.
"Would you like to
do the honors?" he asked.
"That puta!"
shouted Pamela.
Half of the crowd were
furious; the other half were upset, fitting to bust in tears. Madeline was
frustrated, but then she realized that everyone was more frustrated than her.
Then her eyes laid on Debra, who saw her, too, and blew a kiss to her.
"Eat dirt,"
Debra whispered. Then she grinned and waved, twinkling her fingers.
"Namaste."
Someone from the crowd
threw their corsage at Madeline's face. That sparked the whole crowd to take
off their corsages and boutonnieres and chuck them at Madeline. Feeling the
pins of boutonnieres stab into her skin, Madeline ran down the steps and
attempted to zip through the crowd. They stoned her with their flowers while
yelling harsh things at her.
"You are
dead!"
"You skank!"
"I don't understand what the fuss is about but I'm still gonna throw this at you."
Madeline was weeping,
hurt from the flowers that were repeatedly thrown at her. She tried to protect
her tiara but it fell off anyway and messed up her bun, loosening the ribbon.
She wiped her tears, smudging her eye makeup all over her face. Andrea hid
under the table and watched the angry mob attack Madeline, having no idea what
to do. Finally, the crowd ran out of flowers to throw. But Madeline stopped
running, facing Debra who was blocking the exit. Debra was holding a camera in
her hands and a smile on her face.
"Debra!"
Madeline squealed with tears.
"Smile pretty,
Madeline," said Debra.
She held the camera to
her eye to get a good view of Madeline.
"Wait, I messed
up my hair!" said Madeline, putting out her hands.
Debra took the picture
anyway. She took many pictures as Madeline busted through the doors and left
the prom. Debra got plenty of pictures of the gross, sobbing mess Madeline
became by the end of that night.
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