Day 8-No Date

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February 8th 2018-Blue
     You know this date. One day before the dance. One day before our date. Also one day before my step-dad's birthday. Don't get me wrong I love him and all, it's just too bad that's what kept me from going to the dance. I already paid for the damn entrance bracelets! It was sealed and burned across my hand! When I found out I wouldn't be going I broke just a little more. I ripped the damn bracelet off and gave it to my friend Anthony who hadn't had money for the bracelet. At least he got to go. Said it was fun. I stood around waiting for Alisa to walk out. Though she was cheery and happy I had a sad face. I hugged her tight. Then, I told her. "I'm sorry I can't go to the dance. It's my dad's birthday the same day.". Sounds like a lame excuse doesn't it, but it's the truth. She looks hurt. She tells me it's okay. I tell her she should still go and have fun. We walk and chat until we have to go out parting ways. You know, one thing I regret extremely is not ever kissing her. I respected get too much to go beyond hand-holding and hugs.

    

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