The Stress About The Dress
          Most girls, you would think, spend their grade twelve year obsessing over their grades and exams in order to be able to do something, anything, with their life after highschool. You're wrong, for the most part. As September comes rolling around the thoughts of big hair, poofy princess dresses and six-inch stiletto heels creep into their minds. Indecisiveness is present in every girl's mind as she ponders the many options that she has to choose from. Mermaid or princess dress? A-line or sweetheart neckline? Something with sleeves or should she go strapless? Does she want to spend the night yanking and pulling up her dress as gravity has it's way with it? Of course, you cannot forget one of the most important components of the fabulous ensemble... The hair. To fashion an elegant updo or to curl it into tight spiral ringlets. Either way she would feel radiant as the soft summer breeze swirls around and moves... Nothing. The wind moves absolutely nothing. The secret weapon, commonly known as hairspray, has been dispersed on top of and within the once in a lifetime hair-do. She feels like royalty with the local paparazzi snapping photographs of her breath-taking gown. It is a night to remember. Until from across the way she sees a stunningly familiar dress. Her dress. Heat rises to her face, growing as red as the blossoming flowers around her. Don't mess with the dress.