Sunday, January 3, 2010

Prom Night

by Jackson Ferrell

“So Reginald will open the portal to his dimension at 8:30, and...” Chad stopped pacing the kitchen. “Aren’t you excited?”

“I guess.”

“Man, what’s your deal? Our classmates’ll be boozing and dancing and wearing rental tuxes, and we’re gonna hunt friggin’ dinosaurs.

I shrugged. “We can hunt dinosaurs anytime. You only get one senior prom.”

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