Sarah sat on her bed, trying to keep herself from crying. She couldn't figure out why she had agreed to go on this stupid date with that loser, Lewis Trambers. She knew she didn't want to do this, but she just couldn't think what else she could have done besides agreeing to go out with him.
Fortunately, she had managed to convince her friends that the note she had handed to Lewis was a cleverly-disguised insult. But if any of them found out that she was actually going to follow through with him, her reputation would be ruined!
Sarah looked at the clock on her nightstand. 6:30. She would have to get ready if she were going to meet Lewis at seven. Knowing him, the creep would probably show up ten minutes early, just in case. Sarah sighed and took a deep breath. "You can do this!" she said to herself. "You're the most popular girl in school. If you have to go out with someone, at least that's something you can do well."
Smiling, she walked over to her closet, prepared to pick out something appropriate for a dinner date -- and froze. Try as she might, Sarah couldn't remember how to pick out an appropriate outfit. She stared at the clothes in her closet, trying to remember how one put together a coordinated look. But her outfits simply hung there limply on their hangars, and Sarah was devoid of inspiration as she stared at them, trying to piece together a combination in her mind. She started to shake with fear and frustration. How could this be happening?
Finally, she noticed one piece of clothing that she knew what to do with. She definitely didn't want to wear it on a date, especially the one she was now helplessly being dragged into. But she didn't seem to have much choice. Sarah reached out and picked up. . .
