Shortly after making my first friend here, he invited me to a “Prom Party” and arranged a date for me. I went and had a good time, but didn’t spend a lot of time with my date, as he was quite popular. Whenever someone would ask me who my date was to that party, I couldn’t tell them, and felt so ashamed, like i was ungrateful or uncaring, neither of which were true. But tonight I went to a dinner/meeting, and my date to Prom was there, and I remembered his name, Elliot. Maybe because so many people who know him have told me his name since the last time I saw him. But at least I remembered his name, even though he tried to make me think I called him by the wrong name.
Silly Elliot.
