I walked up the steps onto the stage. I neeeded to say the best speech the world (or at least the prom) has ever heard.

I looked out, the spotlight was on me… _literally. _The kid with the greased up hair, and glasses that were perched up on his nose, was up on the cat walk over the stage. I looked out at the crowd as the spotlight slowly turned towards me.

In my head, I quickly recapped this school year. I didn’t have time to write and prepare a speech, considering the principle pulled me over just minutes before hand to tell me I needed to stand in front of the school and come up with a speech.

I brushed my hands against my dress, then held the microphone. I took in a deep breath, then started. “Hey Eastview High! Hope your enjoying the prom so far… even though you guys just walked in…” The room was silent, my attempt at a joke stayed just at that, an attempt. “Uh, snacks are to your left… pictures to your right.” I tapped my leg.

“Well, I think we all know this year has been quite… eventful. Congratulations Jackie, on your baby! Even though it may have interrupted homecoming, it was totally worth it! Serena is a beautiful name for a beautiful baby girl…”

I continued, “Uhm, even though the football team may have broke the record for most games lost in this county, y’all put in some effort… and hopefully had a fun time!”

“So glad that Amelia, our head cheerleader, healed from that injury!” I tapped the microphone. “You know, even though a whole pack of dogs somehow got let loose into the school durring the SATs, most of us still passed… so yay!” I waited a minute, and a few people clapped.

“Anyway, I know our school may be trashed from the previous tornado, but at least the local theater let us have our prom. So, everyone have fun… enjoy prom!”

I descended from the stage. I passed by my classmates, until I found a table to sit at. “That was the worst speech ever.” I said quietly as I buried my head in my hands.

I then looked up. Everybody moved their arms, and danced wildly. Nobody seemed to care.

“Hey Sandy, loved your speech.” A boy who I knew from science class said. His name was Pierce. “Wanna dance?” I smiled, maybe my speech wasn’t _that_ bad.