Short Story Sunday 148: Dance


Rachel Poli

Melissa had no suggestion exactly how awesome Dylan was till she had actually asked him to go to the institution dancing with her. Dylan instantly said yes responding his head excessively like a pup all also excited to go with a stroll around the block.

“& ldquo; You & rsquo; re taking Dylan?” & rdquo; Melissa & rsquo; s close friends had asked in disgust.

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“& ldquo; I can & rsquo; t believe you would do that”

“to on your own. & rdquo; & ldquo; There & rsquo; s a reason no one asked him to go. No one wants him there.”

& rdquo; Melissa stood in her room checking out herself in her full-length mirror that held on the inside of her wardrobe door. She had made a decision to use a blue-green outfit that flowed simply listed below her knees. The bands embraced the curve of her shoulders to be considered tank-top like, but like a tee at the very same time. Either way, she had a light orange stole to drape around herself in instance an instructor called her out & hellip;

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