Prom redux

Unlike most public schools, Mark and Katie’s held their prom at a fancy hotel downtown. The place was all decked out. A fancy stage was set up at the front of the room, and tables were set up around the dance floor.

Mark looked over at Katie. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. Mark himself was wearing a black tux.

“Ready for tonight,” Mark asked Katie.

“I was born ready,” Katie replied, a sly smile on her face. “Now remember, wait until after they crown the king and queen.”

“I know, I know,” Mark said, rolling his eyes. “It gives us more targets.”

“And makes sure we at least make a proper appearance.”

“Speaking of which,” Mark started to say, but was interrupted when he saw someone he recognized. It was Rachel Dreyfus, wearing a light blue dress, but she seemed to be giving them both dirty looks. Before Mark could ask, Katie beat him to it.

“Don’t worry about her,” Katie said. “She’s just jealous.”

Mark simply nodded at this. He would trust Katie on this one. She had told him how Rachel acted at the mall the other week, and she didn’t seem to be in a good mood. They already planned to freeze her for sure.

As the night went on, the two had a great time. They also silently judged their classmates on who else to freeze permanently.

“Now I wonder what those two are up too,” Katie whispered to Mark.

“Huh?” Mark said.

“To your nine O’Clock. Annabelle Jackson and Adam Reese just slipped away to a staff only area.”

Mark looked where Katie said, and saw a shorter black girl leading her blond boyfriend into said back area by the head.

“Could be an opportunity, with witnesses saying they saw them leave together,” Mark put together.

“Precisely.”

“So, freeze time now…or…”

“Eh,” Katie shrugged. “Let’s give them a few more moments before doing that.”

The music continued to blast. Then the music stopped, and the principal walked onto the stage.

“It’s that time,” the principal announced. “Time to crown this year’s prom king and queen.”

The principal read the names, and the crowd cheered as Becca Robinson and a jock named Jason Winters walked onto the stage.

Mark and Katie smiled at each other.

It was go time.

“Time stop! Katie start!”

Everything stopped. The music, the dancing, the conversations. The world was Mark and Katie’s oyster.

“Let’s go,” Katie said.

“Where to first?”

“Adam and Annabelle of course,” Katie replied as she started making her way through the sea of frozen teens.