The back-to-school dance. I dread this dance every year. I have to do two things I don't like. The first being dressing up and the second being dancing. I may look like someone who could dance or be a cheerleader with my long blonde wavy hair and blue eyes, but I've just never had an interest in those things. Another problem is getting a date. I don't have a boyfriend so I'll probably end up going with a friend. But the dance is required so here I am getting a dress with Heather.
"No," I say as Heather holds up a pink sparkly short dress, "Do I look like I would wear that?"
"Ugh, you're so picky," she responds with an eye roll and continues looking at dresses. She found her dress about 20 minutes ago, because she has the body shape that looks good in anything. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I'm 5'11" and not super skinny. On me, short dresses look way too short and long dresses end half way down my calves. It is nearly impossible to find a dress for me.
"Ali," Heather squeals, "I found the perfect dress for you!"
I turned around to see, sighing because I knew it was probably orange with sparkles or something. When my eyes landed on the dress she was holding, I knew it was the one. I took it from her and darted into the dressing room. The dress fit me perfectly. It was a fitted black lace dress with cap sleeves that hugged my curves just right. With my tan complexion, it was perfect.
This dance may turn out okay after all.
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To Be Bad...Or Not To Be?
Teen FictionMeet Ali, the rebellious 17 year old who is determined to get rid of that rebellion. She's doing pretty well, until Parker Michaels comes to her school. One word from her mouth and everything is ruined.
