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

“Mom, I don’t want to go to prom. I really don’t.”

“A good memory,” I repeated quietly. “Mom, the only memory I’d make is being the girl in the corner.”

“Then stand in the middle of the room for once,” she said softly. “Just once.”

I didn’t answer her. I just stared at my plate.

The next morning, my bestie, Megan, was waiting for me at the bus stop, her backpack hanging off one shoulder. She was the only person in that whole school who cared about me.