Middle School Dance

Chapter 1

Six fifty four.

The sky is now dark with autumn. The cold is inevitable, even when I cover myself with a heavy coat. The trees are swaying daintily on the other side of the road, while cars are littering the rest of the way. Traffic is all you can see on the road.

If I can remember correctly, there are about six hundred students attending the party. I didn't think that was too much, until I was to go through the traffic in a car that wasn't even my own. I wonder if I even should have gone to the party.

The cars were snaking slowly, one by one, cars were dropping off their children. The children run to their nearest friends and for them, the night begins. I'm about to make a joke about the traffic, but I'm stopping myself. I don't want to embarrass myself in a car that isn't even my own.

Finally, we are able to free ourselves from the crowd and open the car doors.

"Come on, Evelyn." Jenna said in a monochrome tone, as if I hadn't been with her all summer. She is a ghost with long white hair.

"Have fun you two!" Her mother exclaimed, as if she didn't notice a thing.

We walk down the path way leading to the entrance of the middle school, and a girl in a rainbow tutu and overalls passes us.

"Hayley?"

"Jenna!"

And now I'm alone again.

I walk the rest of the way to the entrance. A girl holds the door open for me and I smile, thanking her politely. Jenna walks on without a care in the world. I easily lose her in the crowd, but she wouldn't care anyway. The girl who held the door open for me walks behind me, and talks.

Talks to someone.

She is talking to me.

She is telling me about the traffic. I laugh, agreeing wholeheartedly. She is a dark angel.

I'm not alone anymore.

The line for giving the tickets to the teachers moves faster than I thought, and I'm at the front of the line in mere seconds. Still talking to this girl. Then I have to give the ticket. It is a small ticket, plain white paper with some words typed on it. I give it to the woman with all the tickets in her hand, and show her my school ID. Now I'm able to do as I please. I say my goodbyes to the girl behind me, and she acknowledges me. I'm happy, for a moment.

Now I'm alone again.