Not-So-Perfect Prom

I stood outside my house, holding my pink umbrella, looking around for Derek, who was probably never going to come, opposite to the way I had hoped. The rain pelted that night, leaving me to my last resort, my old pink umbrella and to wait. Derek is a senior, which means I'm like, a VIP now. Sadie said I could truly be popular now. Of course, Derek has a best friend who's bringing Sadie in her aqua dress and beads in her hair. Aha! His old Camry pulled up, and i climbed in, under his umbrella. Tonight would be the night of my life.