4Desperate
I sat at the corner of the dance floor; my hair neatly brushed back with several butterfly clips to hold it in place. My glitter on my face was staring to come of and I saw, on the floor, was a pile of sparkle that had dropped to the floor. I felt like crying.
Across the hall people were dancing. Arm in arm they swayed back and forth to the music. Soon I spotted her, my best friend in her jet-black T-shirt holding Chris close. I knew she didn't realise what she was doing, but my best friend Sarah was dancing with the boy that I fancied more than anything.
I was just about to leave when a boy tapped me from behind, I thought it was Chris for a second but it was stupid old Jak. I have nothing against Jak, he is nice and all but, well, he is no Chris.
"Jane would you like to um…dance… with…er", poor Jak, he looked so sad in his too big suit and greased back hair.
"With me!" he stammered. I stared at him. I really didn't want to, but I really didn't want to be the only one without a dancing partner at our school dance. He looked at me hopefully.
"Yeah okay" I sighed. A huge grin spread across his face, he looked too happy to speak.
"Er…um…great" he gasped looking amazed. He grasped my hand tugging me on to the dance floor. Soon I was in the middle with shining bright lights every where. Maybe this won't be too bad.
Then I found out how Jak danced. With two left feet. Groan.
When I said I needed to go to the loo I slipped out of the hall and into the warm daylight. I lived really close so it was near enough to walk. I wanted to think anyway. Here in order of importance/no real order was my train of thought:
1) It is nice out here
2) I wonder if Jak has realised I am not coming back
3) I feel really guilty about leaving him there on his own
4) Why does he like me anyway? I am not pretty at all
5) But I know who is: Sarah. And Chris
6) They make me so mad!
7) Oh no! I am jealous of my best friend
8) I am so mean
9) Why doesn't Chris like me?
10) Why does Jak like me!?
11) Oh a birdy!
By number eleven I had reached my front door. I pushed it open and found it empty with a little note on the table.
Dear Jane
Me, Dad , Tom and James have gone out shopping but we should be home by the time you read this. Was the dance fun!
From Mum
Great, since I left the party three hours early they won't be back for ages. Why did my life suck?
I picked up the TV remote and sunk into our comfiest cushion. There were 2 soaps, a news program, a program for babies and a fashion program. I choose fashion.
I was just learning what to wear if I go to the moon [mix and match space suits!] when the phone rang. It was so comfy on this sofa so I let it ring. The answering machine came on, I gasped, it was Jak!
"Hi sweetie" he cheered. Yuck. "Well I thought you might be feeling a little ill so that is why you had to leave the party. Shall I come round. If not how about lunch tomorrow at the summerland café?"
I gasped, he wanted me to go on a date with him! This wasn't right! It was meant to be Chris who is asking me out not plain Jak. The doorbell chimed, I did not need to look though the peephole to find out it was him.
"Coeee" he yelled though the letter box "Its your boyfriend Jak!".
Boyfriend! Boyfriend! I dance with him once because I didn't have a date! Well if he thinks I am ill then I am to ill to answer the door.
"Jane?" he called doubtfully. He turned to go.
"You aren't there are you?" he said sadly. No, I am not so go away and stop bothering me! He started up my path and out the gate.
Then I ruined it. I sneezed.
"Jane, great are you in there!" he squealed.
Reluctantly I opened the door.
"Hi Jak" I groaned.