My mom had come up with some really awful jobs, but as I stared down at a collection of crispy bugs, I decided that this was by far the grossest. If I hadn’t wanted to go to prom so bad, there’s no way I would be doing this. How did so many bugs die in a light fixture anyway? Gross! But Brian Gibbons was totally worth it. He was one of the hottest guys at school with his wavy blond hair, gleaming blue eyes, and the best sense of fashion to ever hit Haskins High. I’d been crushing on him for months, so it was a little surreal that he’d actually asked me to prom. It had taken a lot of hardcore strategy to catch his interest, but I’d done it. As it turned out though, getting my dream date was easier than getting my dream dress. It really wasn’t fair. All my friends’ moms just took them shopping and swiped their credit cards. Did my mom? No. I had to earn the money for my dress. And if I wanted shoes, jewelry, a manicure?
