*This is all true, down to the last word...*
I was in sixth grade, and it was the winter dance.Everybody was dressed all fancy, and I was exited.I didn't have a date, but I had a pretty white dress and the confidence that I would make it through the night.I walked through the dance, jittery and wondering my friends were.I eventually found them, and we all danced and went in the bathroom to check our dresses and hair and take our shoes on and off a million times.Later, the party wound down, and I leaned against a wall listening to a song I disliked.A boy I knew came up to me and asked what was wrong.I answered with, "I'm just tired, and kinda bored." Before I knew it, a slow song came on.This is when the part that makes me super happy (like an electric shock of happiness) happened.He took my hand and led me, blushing like crazy, to the dance floor, and put his arms around my waist.At this point the only thing I could conjour in my mind was this: HOLY CRAP.I had never danced with anyone before, much less with a BOY, much less SLOWDANCED.So I slowly put my arms around his neck and went for it.I leaned my head on his shoulder and relaxed.I remember thinking, 'enjoy this while it lasts...'.I smiled as people saw us and stared in shock.It ended, and as my friends pulled me away, I gave a small wave.I got questions all night as to how it felt dancing with Jamie, and if I liked Jamie, and all of that chiz.But hey, though I'd never admit it....I loved it. =3
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