He's walking toward you with his dreamy eyes, your heart starts beating faster and faster, but then it stops. He hands you a note... You watch him walk away before you unwrap it, and you read.
Dear Alexandria Mayflower,
I have been crushing on you for a few weeks now and thought it would be time to spill out my heart. I would like it if you would accompany me to the dance, and I will tell you how I feel when we are there.
Love,
Cameron Johnster
You look back at him and nod your head up and down.(Meaning yes)!
It's the 9th (aka.the day of the dance).
You're in class watching the seconds tick by, tick, tock, tick, tock... Then sending a wave of shock through your body, the bell rang. You stood up and raced to the door, but something stopped you in your tracks, actually someone. They yelled your name. It was Mrs. Korowal. You turned around and felt 23 beating eyes looking your way. Mrs. Korowal stuck out her pointer finger and used it to beckon you over to her desk. She then looked at the rest of the class and said the two words you should have waited for, "Class dismissed." As soon as the room was dead silent again, she looked at you and demanded, "Where do you have to be so soon?"
"Umm... I am going to my friends house before the dance... To get ready together!"
"Okay, have fun! Oh, and don't make that mistake again!" She declared.
You turned around, to see nothing but Cameron waiting for you. He grabbed your hand, and pulled you along his side.
You led him to your locker, grabbing your stuff and careing it outside. You two hadn't spoken that whole time. He walked you out, and you hopped into your friend's car. He watched your car fade away into the distance.
You then arrived at the dance in a baby blue dress, and him in a navy blue tuxedo. It was the last song of the night. You wanted to dance with him, but he hadn't asked you. Your favorite song came on- Fresh Eyes.You saw the spotlight on you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you danced together. Then he pulled you in real close... But he said, "Alex, Alex, Alex." Then you felt something grab your shoulder, but no, someone. It was Mrs. Korowal shaking your shoulder trying to wake you up. You were sitting in class and everyone was looking your way.
That's not even the worst part, the worst part is...
you talk in your sleep.
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Very interesting story, it's good so keep up the good work.
Very good work. It always makes me happy to see longer writing on the blog.
I loved the ending, it was really funny.
Haha! I love how it sounds like a real story...🤔It kinda sounds like one of my friends, when a boy asked her to the dance! 👍🏼👌🏼
Hello Pamela, I love your story, especially the part where the character wakes up and finds the class watching her. This is a very fun story, I would like to hear more.
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