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Dear Diary Prom. Today is prom and yet, I am anything but happy. After everything happened yesterday with Amy, I went to the school office, told the administrator that I did not feel well and wanted to go home. Both mom and dad were at work but after a phone call to my mother, letting her know what was going on, the administrator let me go home. Mom asked me several times if I needed her to come home, but I assured her it was just a little cold. I didn't want to lie, I actually hated doing it, but I needed away from everyone, and that included my mother. So, I took the bus home, not bothering to tell Brian I had even left the school grounds. I wasn't proud of what I said to Amy. Despite anger and fear rippling through my body at that point, I knew I shouldn't have said what I did,