WINTER DANCE
***FLASHBACK*** (AMELIA IS AGED FIFTEEN HERE) “I'm going to ask him to be my date to the dance.” I announce and Zoey gasps staring at me like I've grown a second head. “You can't! He already asked Wendy.” She replies, and I grin, taking my gum out of my mouth and tossing it into the trashcan. “And Wendy said no! What's the harm there? I can't possibly third wheel with you and Carl again tonight, I'll puck from all your love farts.” I fake a gag, and she makes a kissy face at me as we go to seat in our usual spot in the cafeteria. Secluded away from the majority of the other students and easily unnoticed, the seat served as a perfect way to stay hidden from the vultures and gave an outstanding view of the table my brother and his friends occupied. “How many more years do I have to watc
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