I opened the door wearing my short pink dress, feeling nervous. Jackson was picking me up for our Prom soon. I walked to the stairs, I stepped down and… I fell. All the way to the bottom. But I didn’t stop there. I tumbled into the dinner table. The cooked turkey rolled off the table onto my back. OWWWWWW! I stood up and walked through the river of blood I had left behind. I dragged myself to the door just in time. “Hi,” Jackson said. Then he ran, faster than ever. I don’t blame him. Great, my Prom is ruined!