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My reflection mirrors my nervousness as I look at myself. I screw up my eyes in defiance and stick out my tongue at the girl in front of me and then cast my disheartened gaze to the pile of shoes and m favourite lipstick on the floor. I smoothed down the top of my deep purple dress.

I sigh and run a brush through my hair one last time, just as the doorbell rings. He's here! Or his mom is here…or they're both here. Whatever! I put my brush down on the side and cast one last look at my reflection and then practically run out the door. I of course make myself slow up when I reach the stairs, because if I were to fall down them, not only would I probably end up in traction, but I would most likely be so embarrassed I would die right there on the spot. Do they even put dead people in traction? I think not.

I take the stairs carefully and as I get about half way down I spot the top of Max's head. I stare at his dark hair and then he is looking up at me with that smile, only I think maybe it is brighter as his eyes take in my dress and high heels. He is standing next to my dad and I am sure they were talking before my grand entrance, but now both are just standing there looking at me.

My father is beaming and when he holds out his hand for me I take it. I feel like a princess. Well nearly, I am of course too old to go in for all that princess crap. Still it makes me feel special.

My father spins me around and then gives my hand to Max, who smiles and says how nice I look before he blushes a deep crimson.

I say thank you and then we both turn to look at my dad with our matching cheeks.

I hear my mouth answering all of the 'yes, Dad's, no Dad's and of course Dad's', but I am on cloud 9 or 10 or 100, because Max Walker is holding my hand!

And then our goodbyes said, we are out the door and I am sure that scary smile has taken up residence on my face for the night. Luckily Max still seems to like my smile, because when he turns to me he doesn't run screaming for his mummy, who is smiling at us from her spot behind the wheel of their dark blue SUV.

He holds the door for me when we reach the SUV and I climb in as ladylike as I can manage and turn my smile on his mother. She is beaming too.

"Zoe you look so lovely," she says and my smile grows to enormous proportions, and inflates my ego a lot.

We make small talk on the way to the school, Max's mother doing most of the talking while we both sit sneaking looks at each other. I have no clue what the woman even said after her son reached to hold my hand again. I mean maybe she was talking about baking babies or smashing gerbils?

But when his mother pulls up in front of the school, I make myself listen to her again and say thank you for the ride. We then say a quick goodbye and hop out, our feet moving us along with the rest of the excited kids on their way to the hall doors.