"Mia, are you gonna stay after school to decorate the MPR?" Kate asked one sunny May day.
"Oh, yeah, totally!" I answered. That night, there was going to be a dance in the MPR, and the seventh graders, along with some others, are staying after school to decorate it. I told Amy about it two weeks ago, but she only RSVP-ed the previous day.
After an hour and a half of rigorous decorating, everyone save Kate and I went home. Of course, my brother was late as always, so I decided to kill time by gabbing with Kate.
"So, Mia, I hear you're going to move to a townhouse this November." Kate started.
"Oh, yeah! How'd you know?"
"Ms. Grace told me."
Of course, Ms. Grace told her. Over time, I had grown close to Ms. Grace that I started telling her what was going on in my family. So, naturally, she knew about my family moving to a townhouse. But believe it or not, I was like this with the teachers at my old school. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I've attended my old school for nine years, which is plenty of time to become attached to the teachers and school itself. Or maybe I'm really comfortable with talking to adults. Weird, right? Well, when you hang out with your parents' friends often, talking to adults becomes second nature.
And so, I went home, relaxed, and prepared for the dance. Some family friends were staying over for several days, so I couldn't relax as much as I wanted to. I already had my dress picked out, which was a white lacy one. I also did my own make-up, and with the help of Danielle, one of the house guests, I applied a cat-eye.
"Wow, Mia! You look nice!" Ethan complimented when he saw me. "Ready to go?"
"I'm ready! Let's go pick up Amy!" I said as I raced to Ethan's car. He drove by Amy's house and told me to go inside her house. First thing I saw inside was Amy herself. She was wearing a plain red dress, denim vest, and sandals. Well, her outfit didn't fit with the theme of our dance, but I wasn't going to make her change. Besides, Amy wasn't the social type.
And just minutes later, Amy and I walked inside the school. Principal G was sitting on a blue bench situated in the front of the main hall, along with his daughter Rachel, a blonde girl with wavy hair. She was wearing a cute pink dress with matching flats.
"Mia, you look nice! And is that your friend?" Principal G asked.
"Thank you! And yes, this is my bestie from my old school. Meet Amy. Amy, this is Principal G and Rachel." I said. After Amy introduced herself to Rachel and her dad, she and I made our way to the MPR. It was decorated to look like a Hollywood ballroom...or rather, our vision of it. Outside the MPR, people were getting their picture taken in front of a two-dimensional rendition of the Hollywood sign. Honestly, I couldn't remember many of the details...
But I do remember dancing the night away and Luna and Amy acting surprised when they saw me dance. But I kept dancing and dancing and dancing...I hoped to have a dance solo this time, but I didn't. Towards the end, Ms. Grace decided to give out awards the seventh grade girls created for the kids in the other grades. Of course, Luna got "Most Likely to Win the Voice". She sings very well. But something unexpected came around...
"Mia Mircada, Most Likely to be an Anime Artist!" Ms. Grace shouted. I went up to receive my "award", which really was a gold plate. I didn't know Ms. Grace created awards for the seventh graders. It wasn't needed, really.
And then, before long, the dance was over. I found myself wanting to dance, for I love music. Music can do wonders to you. It can take your mind off of your heartaches or it can make you feel inspired. Music can also relax your body, mind, and soul. Who knows what other things music can do?
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Author's Note: Yeah, this was a really shitty chapter in my opinion. Then again, I'm writing this in the dead of the night. Well, nothing significant happened here, but I felt it was worth documenting, even though I couldn't remember most of the details.
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