"So...I um...have something I wanna say..." Joy Vanndo mumbled to her father on the freezing Sunday night.
Her dad glanced up. "Is it worth wasting my time?" Then he grinned. "I'm just kidding sweetie. What's up?"
"I was looking through my...Snapchat...and a guy asked me a question."
"Snapchat?"
"It's an app."
"Oh..." Joy's dad nodded. "What did this 'boy' say?"
"He asked if I wanted to go to the dance with him next Thursday."
"Uh...sure. If you want, I mean."
"Seriously?"
"Hey, you're a little 13 year old who wants to make her own choices sometimes. I'm not stopping you."
A/n real quick: my dad would NEVER let me go to a dance with a boy 😂😭😭 #loner
"Wow...thanks."
"Hey kiddo...have fun, ok?"
Joy nodded, her cheeks hurting from smiling too much.
"Um...I'll go now." She ran up to her bedroom, slammed the door, and squealed.
***
"Have fun!" Her dad hugged her and dropped her off at the front of the school.
Straightening her curly dark hair and checking to make sure her mascara wasn't smudged around her blue/green eyes, she put away her phone and zipped up her purse.
What she's wearing:
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"He should be here like now." She assured her dad, and after a nod of approval, he drove off.
Sitting on the steps of the main entrance, she smoothed our her dress and sighed, waiting for him to show up.
After about a half hour, she got out her phone and texted him.
-Hey where are you?-
A minute later, Joy's phone dinged with a message.
-I'll be there in a few minutes, sorry-
Joy frowned. He'd kept her waiting for half an hour and had the nerve to tell her that he would be there in a minute?
She stood up, rolled her eyes, and looked around.
Suddenly, a bucket of cold water splashed Joy and she screamed. A million flashes went off around her. She did the only sensible thing. She grabbed her phone and ran.
*** She didn't stop running until she couldn't hear any voices around her. By this time it was around 8 o'clock, freezing, and pitch black. She buried her face into her hands and started to cry. Of course it was a joke. No one would actually bring her to a dance.
She texted her dad, sopping wet, tired, and and waited yet again. Except this time, she knew that someone would pick her up.
