Art credit: @santoriel_art on Instagram

Note 1: So recently, we've been getting some comments claiming that we are hating on young/impressionable/both young and impressionable readers, so we just wanted to address this today.

We assure you, we are not hating on anyone. We are just here to inform all RR fans of what all is offensive and/or incorrect/overused while writing a story. We were young and impressionable once and we made our own set of mistakes, but that doesn't mean we're hating on you guys for that. We are not hating on any of you (we love you all so much) and we fully blame RR for his negative stereotypes and his lack of research. We are here to do the research for you (which doesn't mean you shouldn't do any yourself but you get our point).

We deeply apologise if anything we say sounds offensive and you have full rights to call us out on it so we can apologise.

(P.S. calling *our* younger selves cringe, which definitely does not include any other person but ourselves, is not counted as us generalising all 10-12 year olds as cringe, just so you know.)

Note 2: Whatever happens in this chapter isn't necessarily a "bad" thing, and we're not shaming anyone for their choice of clothing. We hope you guys know that. We're just, um, pointing out some stuff that you'll probably figure out from the chapter itself.

Annabae's POV

I woke up to my alarm clock literally flying off the table and wailing right inside my eardrum by squeezing itself inside my auditory canal, so I put it out of its misery by yanking it out of my ear and throwing it as hard as I could against the wall.

It broke and reformed itself as always. Stupid alarm clocks are a disgrace to humanity. Periodt.

I stared at the grey chandelier hanging from the grey ceiling with my stormy grey orbs that looked like stormy grey clouds. Then I slipped out of my grey bed and placed my feet on the grey carpeted floor. Then I changed my clothes. Then I went down to eat breakfast. Then I wore a grey tank top that complimented my eyes and shorts with grey high heels. I put my hair into two French braids and wore my favourite cherry lip gloss. Then I went down the stairs to go to school.

I sat in my grey convertible. I'd always wanted to design my own car but my mom, Athena Chase, gave me this stinky old car. Anyway, I drove down the stairs to Goode High School, the home to every fake person in existence.

In our not-Euphoria-High-School high school, I was never told off for my clothes even though they were against the school rules. Actually, the school rules don't exist until they're relevant to the plot.

Then I changed my clothes again for English class. This time I wore a baby blue shirt and a grey bandana with skinny jeans, because skinny jeans are apparently the only known jeans in existence. I girlbossed my way down the hallways, judo-flipping any girl who even dared to present herself in front of my stormy grey cloud orbs in "feminine" clothes, since, well, clothes now have gender, obviously.

After English class, I changed my outfit again. Then Miss Love Venus, our chemistry teacher, ran into the room yelling about prom. She stopped for a second to compliment me on my outfit choice, at which I scoffed loudly, and then announced that prom will be held this Saturday.

Ugh, she was so annoying and girly. Then I started discussing prom with my best friend Piper who was not like other girls and did not change her outfit every three seconds. The class was starting soon and I changed my outfit again. I could hear my laundry basket screaming from a distance but I ignored it. Sometimes, I wondered how I managed to change outfits a thousand times a day without running out of clothes.

~TIME SKIPPITY (the sequel, brought to you by Bob the titan)~

The bad boi of high school, Prissy "definitely not your typical Wattpad yandere" Jackson walked over to me with his Gang of Other Insignificant Males That Won't Be Relevant Till Ships Other Than Percabeth Are Introduced™.

He was wearing the same outfit he had worn like, five years ago since having the same pair of clothing in your closet is apparently a main character quirk.

He did the extremely romantic promposal™. And then I, who had literally no feelings towards Prissy, squealed and accepted and cried and giggled.

His Gang of Other Insignificant Males That Won't Be Relevant Till Ships Other Than Percabeth Are Introduced™ approached my friends and asked them out. Like literally that's all that happened, the feelings came out of nowhere because Percabeth is more important obviously ✋🙄.

Then Hazel finally appeared and fainted in Piper's arms, "OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS WE DON'T HAVE DRESSES!!!!"

Piper stared at the audience, "Do you know where we can find prom dresses?"

Staring.

Long blink.

More staring.

More blinking.

"Muy bien! We go to my absent mother, who left me and my dad when I was two and became the biggest fashion designer in the world! Vamos, amigos!"

"WE'RE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVOURITE ROCKET SHIP-"

"OH MY GOSH LEO SHUT UP! You're the one who definitely needs a wardrobe change from wearing the same suspenders and white shirts in every fanfiction to ever exist ok!!!!!"

Aphrodite McLean was an extremely annoying adult woman who squealed the second we entered the shop.

"Oh my darlings I can't wait!!!!!!!!!" she squealed.

The girls and I locked arms and skipped off, giggling, finding 1000000 dresses while the guys awkwardly shuffled their feet and chose a suit matching their colour aesthetic.

Calypso went into the changing room first and came out with a (insert dress description)

Next Hazel went in and came out wearing a beautiful golden (insert rest of the description)

RARA went next, rocking a purple (insert rest of the description)

Piper squealed and pulled me in with her because she had a lot of dresses. "Babe you look beautiful," I said after watching her change into the first one. She frowned and said "nahhh too shiny" and wore something else.

She wore her second dress, and she looked even better than last time but she shrugged and said it was too big. Thirty-seven dresses later, she still managed to look like a goddess and I was definitely weak in my knees. We squealed and hugged when she said she liked it and then we time skipped ourselves to the prom day.

We got ready, and my dad glared at all the guys because he was trying to be the Dad™ despite him treating me like garbage for my entire life.

We arrived at prom in the fancy limo our parents who had never cared for us had given us. We stunned everyone.

Annabae looked like this:

Prissy looked like this:

Hazel wore this:

Will wore this:

Nico wore this:

Frank wore this:

Jason wore this:

Leo wore this:

Piper wore this (material gworlll 😩💅):

Calypso wore this:

Reyna wore this: 

Rachel the evil school bully who randomly hated me with a passion appeared and kissed Prissy.

A/N Hiii my exploding cathedrals I just have to say that after that line your reaction was probably: *dramatic gasp* XD. No one expected that plot twist. I so evil hehehehe.

Everyone stared in shock

Tears fell out of my grey stormy orbs. (insert over the top description about the said stormy grey orbs)

I ran away and my bestie Piper ran after me. We both went to Piper's house and cuddled in bed and watched television and ate Chick-fil-A since it is the solemn duty of every female heartbroken Wattpad main character to do so.

Prissy arrived at Piper's house and apologised profusely and said that Rachel kissed him, he did not kiss her. We all went back to prom. Prissy and I were voted prom king and queen. We slow danced to a Taylor Swift song, probably Love Story, but like the old version, and then had kids and died.

The End