91: the bad guy.
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"Has anyone asked you to the dance?" The girl who I forgot her name inquired Rae.
We were on the bus, and they took us back to the airport. Finally, after three days, we returned to California.
Rae shifted awkwardly in her seat because I could feel it in my seat. She was sitting with the girl behind us, and Daniel and I were eavesdropping their conversation.
Daniel lifted himself and turned to face the girls. "I asked her to prom."
Rae chuckled. "Yeah, he did."
"So, you're going?"
"No," Rae replied. "I am not going."
"But Daniel asked you to prom," she said.
"She said no," Daniel sighed.
I tried zoning out because I wasn't interested in that conversation. I was not going either, and people should start to respect those who don't go to prom.
Why was
