based on a real life argument.
Prologue!!
it was the night of the dance, I was excited that i wasn't dancing with...HIM. After the 5th or 6th song, one of my friends comes up to me. Saying they set me up with him. Joy I thought. Harry was the one Blonde hair, hazel eyed cutie i, for some reason, just didn't want to dance with this time. I walk up to him. I ask him when. He whines and says he doesn't know. He's dancing with someone else too....





"It isn't my fault your the ladies choice!"

"What are you talking about!? I'm the one who has to do the asking." I look at him. Shocked. Has he ever thought of asking me??? That'd be a big N-O!

"Name five."

"Five what?"

"Girls that like me."

"Me for one!!!" But i was stumped. I couldn't get passed one. He raised his eyebrows as i stood there, helplessly. He eyed me. My dark hair, with one of the glow-in-the-dark necklaces on my head like a halo. My gray and white striped tee with jeans. my black ballet shoes.

"only one" he said. His eyebrows still raised. I glare at him and disgise something rude. His eyes widen and he walks away. I cry out in frustration.

"So how'd it go?" Sherry asked me, smiling. I glance at her and the smile fades.

"That bad huh?"

"Yep"



thats all i got. so far.


tell me how it is....so far.

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