From The Moment You Flipped My Tray

The Dance

"I don't want to be with either of you! You're so immature!" Yelled Sylvie.

Why did things like this happen to her? Her boyfriend just got into a fight in front of everyone at the dance! How embarrassing! She stomped out of the gym, wiping tears out of her eyes. She walked into the girls bathroom and collided with someone.

"Sorry," she snivelled.

She looked up into the vibrant blue eyes she'd seen only yesterday.

"Hey," the girl put her hand gently on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Her voice was so soft, and so were her eyes as she listened to Sylvie recount the mess of a situation that had transpired in the gym.

"And I'm so pathetic! I'm sitting on the floor in a bathroom, crying to a stranger," she laughed.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"I'm Nara."

"I'm Sylvie."

"Now we aren't strangers."

Sylvie looked up into her eyes again and began sobbing.

"Gimme your phone," Nara held her hand out.

Sylvie fished it out of her purse and handed it over. Nara put her number in it and gave it back.

"I really have to go, I'm sorry," she explained getting up. "But text me sometime"

Sylvie watched as she left. This was the beginning of something beautiful.