First, since you’re used to being first, to the kids who went to the big dance:
Congratulations. You, with your parents’ help, have just fucked things up for life. Well, maybe not all of you. Some of you were probably planning to start local, dead-end jobs straight out of high school. The rest of you, though…whew.
When it was just school administrators being asses to Constance, you were fine. People looked at that and assumed some of the kids were okay with it, but others were modern humans who were being overly sheltered by idiotic adults. You had a chance to be one of those kids, the ones who have a role to play in the 21st Century. Then you had to go to that dance and ruin everything.
Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s the one your parents wanted you to go to. It’s the one the cool kids were going to. It’s the one your friends were going to.
Fuck. That. Shit.
What you did was wrong. It was cruel, and pointlessly cruel. It was stupidly easy and easily the stupidest thing I’ve seen in a long time. You gained nothing by it. Hell, you didn’t even have as much fun as you thought prom should be. And you lost everything.
Remember how you thought about getting out of there and doing something with your life? Forget it. You’re one of “those kids from Fulton” now, and everybody knows what you did. Sure, you can find a school to go to, even one away from home, but it’s going to be one of those schools that’s no good for anything but sending you back where you came from.
You can find a job, kid from Fulton, but it will be a job that requires someone just like you. Prepare to spend the next fifty-some years of your life taking the same kind of orders you’ve been taking from your parents and your teachers and your friends. You’ve just waved goodbye to your chance to grow up and determine how you want to live your own life.
You can find people to laugh with, be friends with, marry, but they’ll be the same kind of stupid, cruel people you’ve shown yourself to be. Chances are good they’ll be from Fulton too. Who else would want to hang out with you? But whatever you do, don’t you dare to be any different than they are. You’ve already seen what they do, what you do, to people like that.
Not the life you were looking for? Well, it could still all go differently, I suppose, but it won’t be easy anymore. Your one chance at this point is to figure out why what just happened is all wrong–and to fix it. Your chance is to be one of the kids who left Fulton behind them, one way or another.
Good luck with that. I mean it.
Now, to the kids who went to the official prom:
I love you guys. You’re awesome in a way that nobody’s who’s never had to fight to make their own path can ever understand, much less achieve. That may not seem like a lot right now, but it’s everything. Just wait and see.