A Boy Asked Me To Dance At Prom After Everyone Avoided Me Because Of My Scars—The Next Morning, His Parents And The Police Showed Up At My Door

The room glowed with string lights and loud music and teenagers taking photos together while pretending adulthood had already arrived. Groups clustered everywhere laughing and dancing.

And I stood beside the refreshment table pretending to text people who weren’t actually texting me.

After nearly an hour of standing there invisible, I finally decided I’d suffered enough.

That was when Ezra walked over.

Everyone knew Ezra Cole.