Introduction (Senior Prom 10 Years Ago) "Get in the car," my stepmother, Viviana, said as she stuck her head out of the driver's seat window. "I'm not waiting a decade for you to just gather your things into your little purse and walk 5 feet to this vehicle!" Rolling my eyes, I pull my purse over my shoulder. This is what I have to deal with every single day. They yelling, the tantrums, the things that glide through the air as they unattached from Viviana's hands. She is clearly a crazy woman. I walk to the car and plopped into the passenger seat. She glares at me with haughty eyes. Scoffing, she chuckles and turns her body to adjust the rearview mirror. "You're a stupid girl. Honor, why do you even want to go to this prom if none of your friends are there to support you? You got to figure these things out! What is your date turns you down?" Viviana asks. I shrug. I sigh after my small response, because she was right. My friends will not be attending because of their family reunions, so I will be alone. Well, technically I won't be alone, because of my date to the prom. But still, the nervousness gained in my conscience as every second passes. We back out of our driveway and start driving to the school. To be honest, the reason why Viviana is driving me to the prom is because I got my previous car taken away by my biological father, David. He didn't have enough money to repair his own car, so he had to take mine. I saw my school get larger and larger out of the windshield and I took a deep breath. "Viviana?" I asked. She grunts and turns her head with her eyes on me instead of the road. "Yeah?" My eyes drops to my feet as they shuffle on the floorboard. "I'm scared. Did you have the same feeling before you left the car to the prom?" Viviana's eyes widen, and she flares her nostrils. The school is right in front of our car, so she slams on the brakes as we park in front of the curb. "Get out of the car, Honor. Don't be looking for me after this whole occasion is over. Better yet, don't be looking for me if your date decides to pick some other beautiful girls to dance with. Now, get out." Viviana huffs. I gasp, and turned to face Viviana. "I know why you were never so happy about this happening to me. It was how you were so embarrassed about your weight back then, wasn't it?" She looks down and sighs. "Yes, it was that. Now, get out. Again, don't come crying to me if anything bad happens to you, alright? I'm done with you." She opens her door and walks around the front of the car to open mind. Grabbing my wrist, she pulls me out of the car, nearly making me trip on my 3 inch blue heels. I turn my head slowly to look at Viviana. And all I see, is her left middle finger unbending from the formation of her fist. I truly don't understand what I did to her.