First school dance ever: A Homecoming Chapter

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Homecoming was here and I knew I wasn't going to go. I knew no one would ask me. They never did. I didn't want to make Antonio feel obligated to take me. He's my friend but he probably has a date.

I walked into my puzzle room and he was already waiting with for me. I took a seat and started working on the puzzle.

"So, I was thinking."

"About?" I said as I placed a piece in its place.

"If you would like to go to homecoming with me," he said casually.

I looked at him blankly.

"Unless you already have a date," he shrugged.

"No, no date. You want to take me to a dance?" I was a bit surprised.

"Sure why not," he smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "because no one asks me before."

"Then I guess there is a first for everything. Isn't there?" He smiled and I smiled back.

I went back to the puzzle as I smiled. I was going to my first dance ever.

At lunch we all talked about homecoming. They explained to me about it. They also explained about sitting together at homecoming and dancing. I couldn't wait. I had been practicing to show Antonio I had gotten better at it.

When I got home, I told Luke and Cole and they were happy for me. When mom and dad got home, I told them. They were very happy for me. Mom even told me she would buy me a special dress and shoes for it. Dad said I would look like a princess.

I was excited. Well, that's what my parents said the feeling was. So, I'll just go with it.

All week we talked about homecoming. I asked a lot of questions and Antonio answered all of them. I even told him I was getting a dress and shoes. He told me he was happy for me.

The day of homecoming, mom took me shopping and I got a purple dress and shoes. Purple was my favorite color. You take red and blue and mix it, then you get purple.

Later on, she helped me get ready and helped me with my hair. I didn't want makeup. She said I didn't need it. I didn't like how makeup felt. It bothered me.

Once I was done, we came down and dad and my brothers, whistles at me.

"Why are you whistling," I asked them.

"Because you always whistle at a beautiful girl," dad explained.

"Oh. Then whistle away," I told them as they whistles again.

Dad took pictures of me while I waited for Antonio to arrive.  Then I watched out the window waiting for him to arrive. It started to get later and later.

I turned to them, "he's running a bit late.  He told me he would be here."

They looked at me.  I turned back to the window. I waited and then I looked at the clock. It was eight o'clock and the dance had already started.  I waited.

Then I looked and it was eight-thirty.  I furrowed my brows.

I turned around, "did I misunderstand?"

"I don't think so hun," mom said to me.

"He's not coming, is he," I asked them.  They all looked at me. Why wouldn't he not come?  He asked me, so that meant he was coming.  Right?

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