All right , I know what everyone wants me to do. See what happens when you go to a small school? People decide things for you. It doesn't help that there aren't a lot of choices, anyway.
OK, maybe I could get Charlotte in town to go with me. I guess she would. Probably wouldn't. We go way back. She's like the sister I never had. And we started school together. But then I moved. Then I move back, and she moved. But still we've been friends. She writes stories. I read them. She is sort of a stay at home kind of person, too. But she can dance.
She's, um, a big girl. Most of my friends say things that I don't want to listen to. Like, "No way, could you like her, she's too fat." Well, she's big. But she can so move. I like dancing with her. She makes me smile. All that confidence. Makes me a better dancer too.
She's athletic. But she sweats a lot. Which I think is why she just likes staying to herself.
But she won't go. She hates my school. Because she remembers how mean some people are. And well, I don't want to put her through that. But we're friends. We are friends. I guess. I hope we still are. Hard to say since she never talks to me anymore. Suddenly, I'm one of them. And she gets in these moods. She's hard to figure out.
So I had offered, I'd go to her homecoming with her if she'd go to mine with me. Naturally, she hasn't gotten back to me. Guess I'll wait a few more days on that one. I know, I gotta get this done. Or it'll be hell to pay. Because, I'll have to go with Stephanie.