Page 52 - Save the Last Dance for Me

retribution by our principal, in the

form of a decrease in the length of

the lunch hour, could not dislodge

us from our seats.

Eventually, an “anyone’s

choice” dance was announced. A

few brave eighth-grade girls asked

some boys, and a few boys even

asked girls. Things started

loosening up a bit, and a few

couples danced. As for me, I knew

I wouldn’t get asked, and I wasn’t

about to ask someone just to get

turned down.

That school day finally ended,

and the seventh-grade year passed.

But during the summer between

my seventh and eighth-grade years,

something happened. Summer was

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