My mood was sour, but I didn’t show it. I kept a smile on my face and I laughed to hide my feelings. I watched with envy at my friends and their dates, as I sat for the fourth year in a row, without one.
My mind flashed back to junior high. I remembered sitting on the cold, hard chairs as the music played and the lights flashed around me. Everyone was dancing and having a good time. I remember wondering what was wrong with me. I never thought I was pretty, but I certainly wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t mean, and my friends say I have a good personality. What gives? Why didn’t anyone want to dance with me?
I remember hoping that it would be better in high school. But here I sit, unwished for and unwanted.