Prom Queens Forever
She wasn’t always the most drop-dead gorgeous girl. But she always looked like she deserved it…the Prom Queen…the teenage American Princess. The legend lives on whether you graduated in 1950 or fifty years later. Every girl in that room wanted to be her…and every guy wanted to nail her.
She was the girl of the hour…the girl of many teenage longing…the girl most likely to be envied and hated. High school life depended on her: for the drama and the back story. There may have been other girls that were cooler, smarter or more va-va-voom….but the Prom Queen ruled .
If you were the Prom Queen chances are you were in the best sorority in college and had the pick of the litter when it came to husbands. But it didn’t guarantee life was going to be perfect. That karma has it’s own little way of working it’s way out. In writing this book and screenplay we ran in to Prom Queens who became strippers and abused wives. Those tiaras are tough to live up to.
But back in high school it was heaven Everyone the Prom Queen touched carried a little bit of the aura with them. If you were the Prom Queen’s best friend or boyfriend or rival…you had a little brush with the glow that went with the title. It was no secret that she was treated a little better by the English teacher…or got the better chicken salad in the cafeteria. .
After all rank has its privileges.
