These Teens Got Kicked Out Of Their Prom For Dancing That Was Deemed ‘Too Provocative’

Clare and James were finally ready. It took hours of glancing at mirrors, clouds of hairspray, layers of makeup, and plenty of “two more minutes,” but Clare had made it out the door on time.

It had taken Clare seventeen years to get to “Twilight in Paris,” her first home schooled prom. They looked great and felt even better. James was nearly more excited than she was, making sure to get tickets well in advance.

Clare squeezed James’ hand, gleeful at the thoughts of meeting all their friends. They were sure that this would be a night to remember.

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There’s nothing more difficult than a teenage girl choosing the perfect outfit. Pictures create lifetime evidence of fashion faux pas. Social events make or break social standing.

Clare spent weeks skimming through rails of mesh, silk, chiffon, cotton, wool, leather, denim – yes, denim – sequins, glitter, beads. Finally, she found her dress—a silver glittered piece that she found in Macy’s.

The cocktail dress fit like it was made for her. She felt beautiful. But not everyone agreed. 

Clare worked hard. She was determined to find the perfect outfit, but her bank account said otherwise. For months she saved, putting every penny from tips aside and after six different shopping trips, she found one she could afford.

But the perfect dress had to pass one crucial hurdle—the notorious fingertip test. She signed, praying the hem fell below her fingertip, then relaxed both arms so her side as she studied herself in the large mirror.

The dress code was simple—semi-formal at a fingertip length—for females only, of course. She had signed the registration form and had to rehang countless dresses due to the length. She felt the glitter scratch her hands. She turned to the side.

The dress made the cut, although at a close call. But that didn’t stop everyone from pushing things too far.

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“I’m all dolled up, channelling my inner Marilyn Monroe with my blonde hair and bright red lipstick,” Clare shared the night on her sister’s blog. But before this Cinderalla made her debut, one final test was needed.

This time around, the results came in a bit shorter than expected.