Sally Holland

The Forgotten Prom Dress

My silk fluttered around in this dark space. The door opened up every now and then and the girl picked something around me, again. How rude. I have been collecting dust. I am not pleased with dust at all. My blue silk and sparkles do not do well with dust. Yet every time this lovely girl opened the door bringing the light in, she picked some crummy old red and yellow uniform with a name tag on it. It truly is a fashion no-no. Most days she takes this catastrophe of an outfit not all but most. I don’t understand it. When ever she grabs it she never seemed excited about taking it at all and yet she still rejected me for that mediocre outfit everyday.

 She sits me next to a mere t-shirt with lettering on it and the most hideous Pepto-Bismol pink dress I have ever seen. Some fabrics are not meant to be yielded into the glories of a dress. No wonder why the girl never picked her either, at least she has enough good sense not to wear that disaster in public.
Happiness fluttered in my sequins when I was purchased from the store. Now I envy all of those who were rejected by the girl. At least they are with their own kind. I know the girl must have some logical explanation in leaving me in the dark every single time.
           

The day she arrived home with me, she beamed with enthusiasm. Immediately she ran up the stairs to put me on. She admired my natural beauty as I graced elegantly on her. She strutted around her room gazing at the body length mirror while putting on the silk silver gloves that coordinating with me perfectly.
           

That night the boy picked her up placing the flower on her arm gracefully. Then she took the boy’s hand her goose bumps started to irritate my silk but I could feel her excitement. The boy wore his handsome tux and nervously put on the flower. The night went on filled with energy and vibrancy. So many other lovely dresses danced along these girls skins. I was where I belonged. All of the other girls filled me with praise as they should.
           

The music blared and the girl twirled until she stopped. Then I felt the bright spot light completely embracing me. The whole room cheered at my intoxicating beauty as someone laid a crown on the girl’s head.
           

Those were the days now everyday she now passes me by. What did I do? She gave me so much praise back then. The whole room did. Now everyday she reaches for the red and yellow uniform with the name tag.
Then finally she looked at me. She actually looked into my direction full with admiration. She remembered me I felt important as she glided her rough over worked hand along my smooth silk. Her face wasn’t bright with excitement like it was when she first got me, now she frowned as she looked at me.
           

“Those were the days.”
           

Then she sighed deeply blowing a strand of her hair out of her face.

“It’s over now.”
           

I hope she doesn’t toss me out with regular mediocre clothes that would be truly dreadful. Life would really be over for me. I guess it already is.