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That day the wind was blowing a bit faster, sun shining brighter in the streets of Pensylvania and it looked like spring, it felt like spring. Spring always meant happy and cheerful to me so blended in the environment, I felt cheerful too.

I entered my school and I was walking down the hallway, I realised one of the rooms had its lights on. I went in to switch off the lights. And as soon as I went inside, I knew where I was. I was in the school's dance room.
Sleek floor with these big speakers in the corners. It looked like heaven to me.

It was spring, I was in the dance room and my heart jumped. It wanted to enjoy the spring. I went forward and played the casette player. A happy song started. Just what I wanted.
And I swirled. In happiness. My hands flying in air, legs exploring the floor, I was not only dancing, I was living, every bit of that moment. I'd never heard that song before but my body and soul were matching to its rythmn just right. I was dancing and I was singing "ta da da da clap clap" and again "ta da da da clap clap" and in the background I heard claps. The song has claps too? Wow.. why is it so happy this song? I was thinking to myself but the claps just wouldn't stop. Then I stopped. Had I ruined the casette player? I looked towards it and instead of a casette player I saw this tall boy in front of it.

Jaws dropped down, hands hitting against each other and wide eyes..He was looking at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world. I was shy at first. After all he was a guy. And then suddenly I was anxious.
Who is he? Why is he here? Is he going to make fun of me? I didn't know. I was heating up. Cheeks as red as tomatoes. I walked to him and said " I'm sorry. I was walking and the door was open and I. ."

He stopped me in between and said "you were wonderful. I mean not just wonderful, you were magical. Wow. "
And now it was my turn to stay there with my eyes wide open because I could not believe what the guy had just said. "Sorry?" Was what I uttered.
"Where did you learn all of it man? It was awesome. I couldn't keep my eyes off you" he just wouldn't stop.
And I said " well thankyou"
He was the first guy that had complimented me. Let go complimented , he was the first guy that had ever talked to me. Guys in school don't really talk to girls that wear the same pair of over sized clothes for at least half of the week.
For the first time in years, I felt happy nd appreciated. I thanked him and left. But he followed. " which class are you in?" He said. I pointed towards my class. " cool. Mine's the one beside that. See you in recess" he said.

What just happened? Was that a friendship offer? Was I finally having a friend? Or was it just a dream?
"Oops" he exclaimed. (Ok it's not a dream)
I forgot to ask you your name. You are? He said
" Samaira" I said.
"That's a nice name. Lucas here" he said. And I smiled.
We met during recess and went for our lunch together. Everyone was staring at us and I knew why. A smartly dressed guy with a girl with bagged clothes was enough a museum material to the school. But it didn't seem to bother him. He was just blabbering. "So where did you learn this miraculous dance?" He interuupted my thoughts. "Learned? No where .My body just responds to the music."
He giggled and said " I've heard that line in movies. Which movie did you copy it from?"
"I haven't watched any movie till date so idk what you are talking about." I said.
WHATTTTTTTTTT was what he said. You must be kidding he said.
"No. We don't have TV in our orphanage " I said.
"Oh I'm sorry" his tone suddenly changed." I didn't know you were an orphan."
And I just smiled not knowing what to do in that awkward situation.
Through our talks the recess ended just with the blink of an eye.
After class I saw him walk out of class. He waved and so did I. We then walked towards our home together. His house was in the same road that led to my orphanage. We were walking and talking  about school when he suddenly he said " well here's my stop. It was nice talking to you. See you tomorrow Samaira "
He wanted to see me tomorrow. I had a friend. I was wanted. I was being heard. It had never felt so good  in a long time.

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