As Told by Ginger copyright Viacom

Chapter 1: Everything that a Girl Could Ask For

Posted: 17 Dec 2007

Dodie sighed.

She was sitting at her lunch table with Macie watching her secret crush out of the corner of her eye, admiring the way that he was eating his sandwich and carrot sticks. Like he had all the time in the world in which to do it. Even though they all had only thirty minutes for their lunch. He was the coolest boy in school. Which left only one problem. Why didn't Chet ever look at her? And after all she had done to get him to notice her too. She got a new dress, did her hair, and even put on red lipstick this time.

It just didn't seem at all fair.

She sighed once again. Life hardly ever did seem fair. And there didn't seem much that she could do about it.

Until she heard something on the radio that got her attention that was.

The high school had its own radio station that the principal liked to use to increase the students' cheer across the campus. It hardly ever worked though. The students that Dodie had talked with never listen to the darn thing.

But sometimes Dodie caught herself listening to it. Like she was doing now. "All you lovebirds out there," came Courtney's familiar voice over the loudspeakers, "be sure to ask that special someone to the Christmas Dance. I know I will." Funny. It almost sounded as she was reading from a script. Which Dodie had a hard time imagining Courtney doing. She had always seemed perfectly prepared to ad-lib everything she said.

The school's annual Christmas dance was a Sadie Hawkins affair, where the girls asked the boys to the dance, and not the other way around.

But just who was Courtney going to ask anyway? Dodie found herself wondering. The number of possible candidates was running awfully thin. The competition between the girls for cute guys was quite fierce at Lucky High.

But there still might be something to Courtney's suggestion. If Chet went to the Christmas dance with her, then everything was all set. She smiled gleefully to herself. Now she had the perfect plan to get her Chet all to herself.

All she had to do was work out the details….

But first, before things got too involved, she had to ask Chet Zipper if he would go to the Christmas dance with her. A task that was fare more difficult than it would first appear. If he were to say no, than the rest of plans, whatever they might turn out to be, would be quite ruined.

Dodie didn't think she would like that very much. She had been having too much heartbreak in her life lately. If anyone had said that her new puppy would have been stuck by a stray car, she would have thought they were nuts. But that was exactly what had happened. She didn't think that she could take another heartbreak like that.

So she hesitated whenever she girded himself to ask Chet to the dance. "Go ahead, Dodie," Macie urged her. "What's the worst that happen?" Ginger would have given Dodie, but it wasn't her lunch period just then.

"He could say no."

"Oh." Macie deflated when she heard Dodie's words. Dodie wished that she could take her words back. Macie had looked so chipper when she gave her best friend that good advice. "There is that, I suppose." She too had been rejected by all the guys that she had asked this year.

Dodie took in a deep breath. "All right, Macie. I will go ask him."

"You will?" Macie's face brightened up. And she slapped Dodie on the back, catching her totally by surprise. Who could picture Macie Lightfoot slapping people on the back? Not Dodie, that's for sure! "Go get them, Tiger!"

Dodie gulped. This wasn't going to be as easy as getting a carton of milk from the store, but she knew that it needed to be done. If she didn't, then who would?

She hesitantly approached the table that Chet was sitting at today. He usually sat somewhere else. This was a blessing for Dodie, as she didn't have to walk as far.

It was also a curse, as she didn't have so far to walk.

Her palms might have been sweaty, and her mouth dry. But she did know that if she didn't ask him now, she never would. She approached him and asked, "Would you mind too much if I asked you to the Christmas dance?"

Chet looked up from his turkey and lettuce sandwich and said with a perfectly straight face, "No."