Prisoners And Guards Share Their Surprisingly Wholesome Stories From Behind Bars
There was never any question about what I would wear.
Before I left for prom, Grandma saw me in the dress for the first time. The smile on her face made everything worth it.
Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same way. The moment I walked into the venue, I started hearing whispers. Some girls laughed at how old-fashioned the dress looked. One said it belonged in a museum. Then another girl laughed and asked, “Did you lose a bet or something?”
Everyone around her burst out laughing.
I felt my face burn. Not wanting anyone to see me cry, I found an empty chair near the wall. As I nervously twisted the fabric of my dress between my fingers, I felt something strange inside the lining near the hem. At first, I thought it was a sewing mistake. But when I looked closer, I noticed a hidden seam. My heart started pounding.
Carefully, I slipped my fingers inside. A folded piece of paper slid into my hand.
It was a note.
And the moment I unfolded it and read the first few words, the blood drained from my face.
