Over The Years

The Dance

I always had fun dancing. At my aunt's and uncle's weddings it was tradition that we danced, so when I was at a school dance, I would be in my element. The only problem is that I am not good with girls. I feel uncomfortable when I'm around girls because they aren't like guys. My friends beg to differ about me because they see me do some embarrassing stuff and I will just laugh it off. So Homecoming dance was coming up and I was minding my own business when I realized that I didn't have a date to the dance. I tried to think of a girl I could take and the first name that came to my mind was Christine. I texted Christine out of the blue, "Hey Christine, would you like to go to my school's dance?" She replied, "Sure I'll go. Just don't tell Nolan. I denied him and I don't want him all upset." I cheered myself on with a little "you did it" sort of moment. Since I try to be a classy guy I asked her, "What color dress are you wearing? I want to know so that way we match." She sent back, "I still got my burgandy dress from my own homecoming. I guess I could wear that."

It was the day of the dance and I was so excited. I had to go to my cousin's party though because it was in the morning and she was turning four. We were playing soccer in the backyard when I suddenly rolled my ankle. I remember the ripping sensation in my left ankle and I remember my uncles carrying me into the living room. After 15 minutes of ice time on my ankle, three tablets of ibprofen, and two scoops of ice cream, I was able to walk again and feel no pain. On the way home, I checked my ankle and saw the half-baseball-sized swelling that engulfed my ankle. That didn't scare me because I had that injury before. I got ready, and before you know it I was at Christine's house. I walked up to the door and saw her little sister watching a movie. I knocked on the door and I saw her little sister get up and run to a room in the house. After a couple seconds, Christine came out of her room looking all dolled up. I have never seen her this beautiful before because she never wears makeup. She always looked pretty but never this pretty. "I got you a coursage." she said as I was still in awe. "Thanks" I said, "My parents are waiting outside, and they want pictures." "Oh, oh, oh, let me get my camera." Her mom said anxiously as she wanted to take a picture of us. After the pictures were taken, we mozied on down to my high school. After we got in I meet up with all my friends. They were conversing with me until I realized that I forgot to introduce Christine. How stupid of me! She was my date! I can't let her feel uncomfortable or else it won't be fun for anyone. As we made our way to the dance floor, Christine spotted one of her friends from her school and I ended up seeing my friend there with her. We ended up staying as a group together for the rest of the night. My friend Daniel and I were getting down to the music and then I realized that Christine wasn't dancing at all. "What's wrong?" I asked intently but loudly because of the music. "I don't like dancing to music when there is no choreography." she exclaimed. "All you have to do is follow the rhythm and see where your feet take you." I answered. She immediately began to follow the rhythm because she was getting down the best out of all of us. She slayed the dance floor. After that homecoming dance, I felt so good to know that I had a match on the dance floor. I fell asleep dreaming about what had happened and decided that it was one of the best nights of my life.