Invitation of Fate

I couldn't believe Amber didn't see that! But since I didn't want her making a big deal about how I should ask _him_ to prom, I just swallowed the whole scene. This is unfortunate because I needed someone to help me interpret his moves. What did that MEAN?

My heart raced through Math, and thankfully English was just the video of the Odyssey. I felt for Odysseus' wife. Society was forcing her to choose another man, just like Amber wants me to choose a prom date. But Penelope stayed firm, and so could I.

Traditions and rules be damned! My Odysseus will sail the seven seas for me!

I told Amber I would go shopping for a gown with her, but she had to promise not to set me up with anyone. She squirmed and silently chewed her lip the whole car ride home. She _really_ wanted to play matchmaker.

A sedan zoomed by my driveway, green papers flying out the windows. Amber picked one up.

"Prom Afterparty, 12 to 3AM, 455 Stultz Ave, garage band. Be there."

I was staring after that car. Was the driver..?? Nah.