A school dance party is the dream of any girl who has already seen and read enough books about love and all that tenderness. When you put on a beautiful evening dress, dance a waltz with the guy you love. A dream, isn't it?

This year, your school made an exception for the first time. To make a dance party not only for the 11th grade graduates, but also for the 9th and 10th graders. Some seniors persuaded the administration to hold this party at the beginning of spring, supposedly as a holiday for spring itself, no one knows what they were talking about, but they succeeded.

You have been preparing for this party for the last week, it is not every time that you can go to a party with your girlfriends where there will be beautiful seniors. Why not take advantage of it while you can? A pair has already been found - your classmate. Your parents allowed you to stay longer. Everything was exactly as you wanted, and nothing foreshadowed trouble or problems.

You spent a week waiting for the long-awaited evening of the dance, where the senior classes had gathered. Your dress fit you perfectly, your hair lay comfortably and elegantly under the bobby pins. You were ready.

Until your phone received a message from your partner, who had originally invited you: "I'm going with Dolores, her boyfriend dumped her." This must have been some kind of joke? You were supposed to go with this guy and dance. The evening was ruined. In one message and just a few words, your hopes that you had been building in your head all week crumbled to dust and ashes. Who should you go with now? There were literally a few minutes left before the start.

Standing on the sidewalk, you wiped away your tears before you were distracted by the rumbling engine of the car, you thought it would pass by, but no. The black car smoothly stopped next to you and the passenger window rolled down

• Why are you crying, flower? I thought you were already at the school dance

Turning the music down, Georg asked.