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This kinda like the first chapter of 7 that I have done. |
| I hear them talking. Oh no! Not that! Not a dance. Sitting alone at my table. "Who will go with me? You Mr.Juice box? Oh, your going with banana, okay. I hate dances no one has ever cared to ask me...not that I expected it. Is he coming over here? No just throwing away trash. "Mr. PB and J are you taken? Are you sure, it would be a lot of fun? Who am I kidding dances are the stupidest, weirdest, most anno---" "Hey, um...Karli do you want to go to the dance with me?" He said with a smile. "S-sure, okay, ya, that sounds good." Idiot, idiot, IDIOT! Okay...I'll pick you up at seven, okay?" I nodded my head and he walked over to the popular table. As I watched him his friends started laughing and looking over at me. I knew it! I knew it! It was a dare! Crying I ran into the bathroom and stayed there. |