Only One Boy Asked Me to Prom Because No One Else Wanted to Due to the Birthmark on My Face.

She studied my face the way only mothers can. “Is it school again?”

I shrugged. “They put up the prom posters today. Brittany was handing out the tickets like she owned the place.”

“Is it school again?”

My mother’s lips pressed together. She knew Brittany’s name. Brittany had tormented me for years, but always got away with it. I suspected it was because she’d led the cheerleading team to a win in state competitions.

I pushed a noodle around my plate. “Mom, I don’t want to go to prom. I really don’t.”

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Hannah, listen to me. You only get one senior prom. Just one. Give yourself one good memory before you graduate. Please.”