Page 59 - Save the Last Dance for Me

was time for what I was sure would

be the worst day of my entire life:

the day of the Valentine’s dance.

During practice, the teachers had

skipped both girls’ and boys’

choice, always doing forced

partners. I think the teachers had

kindly wanted to avoid the

humiliation of the year before. Or

maybe the girls’ teacher didn’t

want to dance with me, either.

But at the Valentine’s Day

dance, we were expected to choose

partners instead of being assigned,

especially the eighth graders. The

girls’ teacher announced that

anyone who didn’t choose a

partner would have one chosen for

them, and then she announced that

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