I walked down the hallway hearing other students rambling on about the big dance coming before the holiday break. The walls were lit up with posters that advertised the dance. The school board really over- did these types of events.

I walked down several different corridors before finding the person I was looking for. "Hey Bonni", I said quickly.

The girl jumped and bashed her head against the roof of the locker, simply startled by my sudden presence. "What the lump, Marcy! That was the second time today!" She yelled, rubbing her head.

I just laughed as I helped her pick up books that she had dropped. "Anyway", I said, still laughing a bit. I lowered my voice, thinking I could impress her while saying, " The dance is coming up, and my band is performing and you should totally come".

"I'm already going. I'm the Student Council President. Remember?" Was her reply.

"No", I said sarcastically, "I completely forgot about all of the boring conversations about you being part of the school's council and how you're too much of a goody two shoes to ditch with me." She just glared at me. I continued, "And I meant, Did you want to go with me?" I asked, annoyed.

Her face glowed a pinkish red hue as she blinked at me, curious if she heard me right. "So your band is performing'" she asked quickly, trying to avoid the question.

"Fine. I get it. Anyway, I guess I'll see you there", I said, looking defeated. I turned to walk away, but felt her grab my hand. I turned back around to look at her.

"Yes."

"What?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.

"I'll go with you", she said, not making eye contact.

"Oh, cool", I responded, trying to 'play it cool'.

The bell rang, causing us to realise she was still holding my hand. "I'm late", she said, letting go quickly, as she basically ran toward her class. Just as I spun around, I spotted Mr. Lich approaching me.

A death glare shown through the scare covering half of his face, as he sized me up. "Miss Abadeer, we don't want you repeating eighth grade, do we?" He asked in his raspy voice.

I simply shook my head."Then don't be late again", he threatened as he walked away.

I almost bolted in the other direction. Mr. Lich was our much- hated principal. I didn't feel like messing with him again today. Let's just say I have a large record of the numerous accounts that I've 'misbehaved' on school grounds. Forgetting about Mr. Lich, I took my seat in Mrs Trunk's literature class. Purposely zoning the teacher out, I thought about the upcoming dance, wondering how I'd impress Bonni, wearing the biggest smile on my face.

I awoke from my dream, a very sweet dream, that is, to the sound of the soft tapping of rain on my bedroom window. I couldn't help but laugh to myself about the flashback I dreamed overnight. I guess Bonni was finding her way through my mind and into my dreams as well.

I glanced over to my alarm clock, taking notice it was already 11 am. I always kept my curtains shut, so I really had no way to tell it was almost noon. The dark rain clouds cascading allof NightoVille's sky didn't help either.

The rain didn't affect my speed, as I ran down the outdoor basketball court. But the rain did affect the ball's bounce, which made me stop a few times to correct my dribbling. I continued to shoot the ball until I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hey", was all I heard.

I spun to be met with the appearance of Bonni, a soaking wet Bonnie. Thunder boomed in the sky as if right on cue, as I stared at her, curious as to I was imagining it or not.

"Why are you out here?" I asked, letting the ball drop and roll away from me.

"Because LSP said you'd most likely be here on Saturdays", was her response.

"You still talk to her?", I asked, curious.

LSP was most likely the biggest gossip on the planet. She fed off of it, eager to share with the rest of the world. She spit her words out faster than you'd even finish trying to tell her.

"Yea", she stated, looking downward, "Things have been pretty lonely since you left".

"I'm sorry", was all I could think of saying.

"For what?"

"For not saying goodbye", I said, looking at my shoes. Before I could look up, I could feel her embracing me into a hug.

"You never even told me you were leaving..." She cried into my shoulder, as I hugged her back.

"I know, I know. And you have every right to punch me in the face right now". I knew she wouldn't. She just laughed as we stayed like that for what seemed like years, but this is where we really belonged, in each others arms, again.