Hook Ups
Casey and I were in love, major love. We'd hold hands and kiss every time we saw each other. At lunch we'd make out like junk yard rabbits. It was getting close to the month of March, the month where the seniors would be having their senior dance. Casey and I were going, of course. He asked me one day during lunch and I said yes without a moment's wait.
My mother, bless her heart wanted to help me pick out a dress. I told her no while thinking to myself that is she picked my dress I'd be a laughing stock. My father didn't want me to go however, well not with Casey. My father met my wonderful, wonderful Casey and looked at me for a long time. Then he finally spoke up in his deep, husky, southern accent "Not much to him, is there. Are you sure he's a boy?" I was so embarrassed by my father's rude remarks. I ran out of the room crying.
I knew Casey's parents didn't like me very much. When I met them Mr. Conner looked at me with a look of disgust on his face. My feelings were hurt, but I did not show any look of hurt on my face. Mrs. Conner just kept quiet and looked at me with pleading eyes. Casey had told me his mother just follows what his father says and does. I felt kind of bad for her.
It was one week before our dance when Stokley came up to me. We hadn't talked much since I became star ballerina on the ballet team. She's probably thought that was to preppie for her image.
"Karyn, can I speak with you?"
"Yes you may," I said without thinking.
"You know the dance is coming up, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well I was wondering if you could hook me up with Stan."
I was shocked, Stokley and Stan? Together? That disturbed me greatly. I thought quickly. Well Delilah did break up with Stan and he wouldn't shut up about being so alone. So I decided "Oh what the hell."
I was at Stan's house that night because Momma and Daddy were at some fancy meeting. After an hour of convincing, whining, begging, and pleading Stan gave in. I smiled in relief knowing that now my friend had a date to the senior dance.
Casey and I were in love, major love. We'd hold hands and kiss every time we saw each other. At lunch we'd make out like junk yard rabbits. It was getting close to the month of March, the month where the seniors would be having their senior dance. Casey and I were going, of course. He asked me one day during lunch and I said yes without a moment's wait.
My mother, bless her heart wanted to help me pick out a dress. I told her no while thinking to myself that is she picked my dress I'd be a laughing stock. My father didn't want me to go however, well not with Casey. My father met my wonderful, wonderful Casey and looked at me for a long time. Then he finally spoke up in his deep, husky, southern accent "Not much to him, is there. Are you sure he's a boy?" I was so embarrassed by my father's rude remarks. I ran out of the room crying.
I knew Casey's parents didn't like me very much. When I met them Mr. Conner looked at me with a look of disgust on his face. My feelings were hurt, but I did not show any look of hurt on my face. Mrs. Conner just kept quiet and looked at me with pleading eyes. Casey had told me his mother just follows what his father says and does. I felt kind of bad for her.
It was one week before our dance when Stokley came up to me. We hadn't talked much since I became star ballerina on the ballet team. She's probably thought that was to preppie for her image.
"Karyn, can I speak with you?"
"Yes you may," I said without thinking.
"You know the dance is coming up, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well I was wondering if you could hook me up with Stan."
I was shocked, Stokley and Stan? Together? That disturbed me greatly. I thought quickly. Well Delilah did break up with Stan and he wouldn't shut up about being so alone. So I decided "Oh what the hell."
I was at Stan's house that night because Momma and Daddy were at some fancy meeting. After an hour of convincing, whining, begging, and pleading Stan gave in. I smiled in relief knowing that now my friend had a date to the senior dance.
