“Erika, someone’s here, looking for you.” said Bryan, a friend of mine from the Seniors. Oliver was next to him. He held out a flower for me, and asked me the very question I expect him to say. “Can we dance?” he asked. I nodded, heart beating, nervous and all. At the dance floor, we danced awkwardly with each other, saying nothing...well, until he break the spell of silence. “Erika....” I stared at him. “Yes?” He looked at me. “You’re beautiful. I’ve been looking for you since the start of the dance. Good thing Bryan helped me out.”
“Well, Oliver, thanks for the compliment. Well, I’ve only danced with a couple of classmates and someone I don’t know because our adviser asked him to dance with me. So I believe I’m not that beautiful at all. I’m always stuck in my seat, just people watching.” I said to him with bitter truth. “Don’t say that. There are guys who find you so beautiful. Guys not noticing it are probably blind.” I just nodded to feel the environment, my heart awfully pounding and my knees feel wobbly. “Ouch!” I suddenly blurted out. “What?! Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “Someone in high stiletto heels stepped on my toes.” He laughed. “Maybe we should sit for a while now. We’ve been dancing for an hour already. I guess you’re tired with those heels on. Will you see me at school on Monday?” I stared at him with round eyes asking the question why. When we arrived at the side lines full of chairs, I told him that I’ll meet him on Monday.
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Ball of Fate
Short StoryDestiny loves to play games at people. Like the gods and goddesses of the Greek and Roman literature, they manipulate people. If you happen to be one of the key players, there are only two paths available for you; it is either you win and be victori...
