This is why. This is why you hate school dances. All of your friends said that they were going in a group, not dates…but then Amy got a date…and Lillian…and Marie…and Milly…and Kristy…leaving you to go to the dance alone…you came to the dance in your mid-length Cinderella blue sparkly dress…curled hair…lace up heels with butterflies. You sat on the side, waiting for the slow songs to end. You see him, Walker, his face is angelic and his eyes match your dress. Boy do you wish you had a date.