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"When you look over your shoulder, for a minute I forget I'm older. I wanna dance with you right now."

Mike's Point of view, fiction, age 17

This was it, the final snowball for all of us.

I looked over at El taking pictures of the middle schoolers.

This was our last year at the snowball.

She looked over her shoulder before her last picture and smiled.

She turned back and took the picture.

I smiled at her and went back to stamping the tickets for all of the kids that were at the dance.

"Wanna dance?" I heard a voice ask.

I looked toward the sound and saw two kids talking.

"I, uh, don't really know how," the girl responded.

"I don't either. Wanna figure it out, together?"

"See a resemblance?" A voice said.

I looked up to see El, popping a pretzel in her mouth.

"Yeah, wanna show them how?" I asked standing up from the table.

I gave her my hand as she took it, "Yes I will. To our last Snowball?"

"To our last snowball."

We walked out onto the floor and began to dance.

I'm glad this was an option for El and I. There have been years in the past where we didn't get to dance because we were working. Since we are seniors, we were assigned less to do, so we could enjoy the night, but here's the catch, we had to volunteer at least two years before tonight so we could have smaller jobs. El and I were happy to help every year before though.

So this was really how we ended our last snowball; dancing the night away. Just like the first, but no, this time I didn't get high on the punch.

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I really like this chapter!

Hope you enjoyed

bye, lovelies,

-rami

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