Rough Draft
“This is a true account of one of our very own Meeker High School students. He was interviewed in detail about how his dance experience was and what he remembered most about the 2011 Homecoming “All of the Lights.” The Homecoming Dance was an exciting and a new landmark in this student’s life. ”
Homecoming was never really much more than an occurrence to the scrawny Meeker High School Sophomore. “A boring dance not worth my time,” he used to say. He felt like he never really ever had to worry too much about the mystery life forms called females.
This year was different; there was a modification in the lineup he would have never visualized. This year he was thrown a curve ball.
Monday 1st day of Homecoming
Rage flowed though his body like it was stirred in with his blood. Thrown to the ground for no reason and mocked with girly voices. The smell of sweat running down his face and his chest moving faster and faster as the air became harder to catch was like the feeling a cop gets when he is chasing down a criminal after he robbed a bank. This was physical education.
It seemed to him that every one against him in this class, except one person. A medium height girl with curly hair that was assorted with light brown and dim blond. She had an immense smile that was brightened by the consideration that she shared with everyone. She was a senior, and was like a wall; letting insults bounce off of her and fall to the solid ground.
After being wacked in the face for his temperate tag, he made his way over to the jail for the game of capture the flag. What happened next would change how he saw homecoming forever. She was standing next to him as she began to talk. She forced out the words: “Do you wanna go together?” Shock filled his body along with questions. He was absolutely stumped and utterly stunned. Why him? Is it an “I feel bad thing for him” thing or was it because she actually likes him? After what seemed like an hour of thinking why, his forced out the declaration, “okay.” He said it with such a tone that he could hardly believe that was his voice.
Saturday The day of the dance
3 A.M.
Sleep wasn’t coming soon. All he could think about how he could do wrong and what he could do right. He was tossing and revolving on his friends couch, staying there he believed would help him sleep. He was doomed to stay up all night long.
5 P.M. Dinner
Her car was turning in next to the two trucks his parents owned. He was busy stuffing all the cleaning stuff back and stopping his brother from throwing out more toys. His step mom was beginning her vacuuming right next to door as the bell rang. He was telling her to stop just stop. As he ran up the stairs to grab the flowers he had bought for the dinner.
After answering the door he shoved the flowers in to her face. He realized what he was doing and pulling them back and handed them back with more class.
9 P.M. Judgment Hours
She walked up the stairs smiling with the same smile she had that day in P.E. Anxiety made it hard for him to handle the corsage. They smiled for the pictures and said thank you to the: “You Look Goods”. He had trouble not laughing watching her try to get down the stairs in her high heels that made the girl who wasn’t much taller than him look like LeBron James beaming down on him.
Once at the dance, they headed over to the picture booth and took more time smiling. After the pictures she started going crazy with her dancing. He had no idea how to keep up with her. “Lighters” by Eminem was the first slow song. As their friend began to dance, he just looked at her. She looked at him and laughed and said the words “this is where you ask me to dance now.” He laughed and did so.
They took hands as she had instructed him too. Her hands were soft and moist. He laid his hand along her back. It was a coarse texture layered over the top of a soft material. She was chatting to him like this was easy to her and wondered his head around, turning to see who was watching his every move then down to his feet where he was afraid he may step on her bare toes. After answering the questions she had, he felt more relaxed, more focused on the dance.
He turned on the curve ball, and sent it out of the ballpark.