I stared up at the sky, as I walked down the street. Not a cloud in sight. The stars were as plentiful as they could be in this bright suburban environment. My lucky stars were out tonight. I thanked them, as I turned to see the Jeep driving past, and then I waved goodbye. I quickened my pace and headed to the afterparty with a half-grin on my face.
I'm too tired to give a real good account of it all. I don't really even wanna bother. Just let it be known that I liked Homecoming because the dance ended up being better than I expected, and that I had a good night with Megan. (I hate dances--last one I went to was in 7th or 8th grade.) And let it be known, that prior to this point, I really didn't think it was possible to turn every single song (rap, techno, rap, rap, gangsta rap, and slow dancing music) into a slow dance song. That and the song Sandstorm isn't highly appreciated by the DJs anymore.
In the words of Celebrity Deathmatch, "Good Fight, Good Night."