Dance With Me?
By: Ayla Peterson, Grade 7
I looked across the room to see her smiling at me, her green eyes locked on mine.
I sighed and played with my hair. She started walking towards me. I panicked and tried to
step back, but I tripped over my dress. I squealed and flailed my arms. Just before I hit
the ground, a strong arm wrapped around my waist. “Are you ok Hally?” Ann asked softly.
I was frozen, my breath hitched.
“I uh, I, yeah, yeah I'm fine,” I stuttered out., “Just a bit warm in here”.
Ann laughed.
“Yes I suppose it is,” my heart skipped a beat, her arm was still around me, holding
me to her. A slow song started and she turned toward me. “Would you like to dance?”
Ann questioned, winking with a sly smirk. I felt my face get hot, butterflies in my stomach.
I swallowed and nodded shyly.
Ann swept me off to the dance floor, where all the couples were swaying, held
tight in an embrace. She grabbed my arms and placed them around her neck, then
placed her hands on my waist, pulling me closer. “You smell like lavender,” Ann mumbled.
I giggled. She grabbed my chin and tilted my face upwards. She was grinning, her
emerald eyes sparkling. I leaned closer. Her eyes fluttered shut. I whispered against her.
“I love you Anne.”