The Life and Times of Vladimir Boutonniere*
(*as told to Alexander Kotas)
It was a not-so-dark and stormy night. Nervous, I arrived at a school in Oswego, Illinois.

Bam! It was like Hollywood. Red carpet! Paparazzi camera flashes!! My first prom!!!
Suddenly, I was pinned to some guy’s lapel. I knew I would be stuck with him all evening. I hope he likes fun!
We moved forward into the hall. It was filled with tables, chairs, sparkling lights and golden balloons. A DJ was playing the Cha-Cha Slide and there were people dancing everywhere.
I smelled the delicious aroma of food and when it was time to eat there was pasta, salad and breadsticks. I filled my plate and sat down for some grub. Boutonnieres LOVE pasta!
Stomach full, I waited for a limousine ride. While waiting, I was crowned King of the Prom!

After spending some time in a quiet room dancing, chatting and making new friends, our ride arrived. We walked to the limo and climbed inside. It was heavenly - white and very long, with comfortable seats. My eyes widened … free Coke! I gulped it down, thirsty after all that dancing!

I wanted a second limo ride, but the end of the evening had come. All-in-all, I had lots of fun. I hope I can go next year!
~ Yours truly,
V.B.