Next Month

     I can't seem to get him off my mind. His big brown eyes and flippy blonde hair was just.. unforgettable.

     Unforgettable? Had my wish really come true? It doesn't matter anymore, because it's over now. The dance is over, and I may never see him again. I don't even know his name. What makes me think I have a chance with him?

   The bell rings and I snap out of my reverie. I quickly pick up my books and speed out of the classroom. I hope the teacher didn't notice I wasn't paying attention. 

    I guess you would call me a loner. I don't talk to many people. I only have one friend in school that I talk to occasionally. I think she's embarrassed to. It doesn't matter to me anyway. I enjoy being alone most of the time.

    But that's the whole reason I'm sent to these dances anyway. My parents think I'm too antisocial so they signed me up for a dance every month. It's my one night each month to just let go and be myself. I never really cared about what happened at those dances, until last night.

    "Hey Sarah! What's up?" Jessie says as she walks up to me.  She seems more cheery than usual. 

    "Nothing really. You?" I ask politely.

    "Well," she begins excitedly, "Dylan's finally starting to notice me! He winked at me in English this morning!" She squeals.

     "You know, I have some boy news myself," I say slyly. At first, she looks shocked.

     "Oh my God, really? Ooh, tell me! Tell me!" she bounces with enthusiasm.

     I tell her all about him. His eyes, his hair, the way he looked at me. How we never looked away throughout the entire song. I even told her about my beautiful eyes. 

     "Aww, Sarah! That's so cute!" 

     "I know, but the problem is, I may never see him again," I explain to her.

     "Yeah," she says almost disinterestedly, "Oh well, there's always next month."

     "Next month," I say hopefully.

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