Olivia
Time passed by so quickly.
It was one thing that bothered me as I continued to breathe and survive each day. I felt like I was being chased by something that I didn’t even know. It was just that I felt like I was getting older, when, in fact, I was a young adult. So young. Eighteen, to be exact.
But as I walked around the halls of the school campus and saw girls around my age getting asked to a prom, I realized I should not be so worried about getting old. I should enjoy the moments of being young. Seeing boys walking to their girl's crushes and girlfriends with bouquets of roses in their hands, even chocolates and banners, made me realize that I should go to prom, too. But, who would ask me out?
I walked to my locker, silently expecting that I would see a bouquet of roses, a
