The annual end of school dance was around the corner. Missy Parker, A pretty girl with brown curly hair and big puppy dog eyes excitedly stapled flyers on all the bulletin boards throughout the hallway. She volunteered to be part of the committee to design and plan the dances theme.
As I walked past her I heard her tiny little voice call out to me.
“Hi Timmy!”
I turned around to see her smiling at me and holding out a flyer.
“Are you gonna come to the dance next week?” She asked me in a shy squeaky little voice.
“I don’t know, I don’t really know how to dance, and I don’t have a date.” I answered her.
Her faced took on a shade of red as she quickly blurted out, “ I will go to the dance with you!”
I stood frozen for a second as my nerves and my hormones faced off against each other. My heart started to beat wildly. I never had a girlfriend...