Dancing With Wolves
She smiled the rest of the dance then the song turned a bit faster. Her mind went off and remembered she had the English project to do the next day but hadn't yet finished it. She had to type another page.
"I got to go." Tori blurted out.
"What? Why?" Hunter asked confusingly.
"I'm late."
"For what?" He wasn't giving up yet.
"Reality."
Tori grabbed the bottom of her dress and ran down the steps. She ran through the gym, Hunter not far behind. He wasn't letting her get away without knowing who she was. She ran through the front hall, dropping her cell phone from the strap on her shoe. She didn't have anywhere else to put it when she was in a dress and didn't have a purse so she improvised.
Hunter grabbed it and watched her run through the cars and into one that looked slightly familiar.
Dustin sat waiting with the seat down so no one would see him. He knew she was coming back at a specific time, he read her like a book. Some people even thought they could read each other's minds. He began to drive to her house and she jumped out, running to the front door and bursting through. Dustin waited for he to give him a signal that she was okay and when he saw it, the car sped away, back to the dance.
Tori took the dress off and put on her pajamas in exchange. She sat down at the computer and started to type the project. She was almost finished when her messenger blinked. She didn't want to talk then, not until her fingers were done typing. Her curiosity got the best of her and she finally looked at the message. Were you even at the dance or was the girl I was dancing with a phony?
Tori sighed at the message and typed a response, which turned into a conversation.
Permanent State: Yeah, it was me, you took me to the football stadium stage and we danced
Broken Soul: So how come you ran off?
Permanent State: I can't do this anymore, I'm not who you think I am
Broken Soul: Is it because you know who I am? If it were someone else would you be doing this?
Permanent State: Look, you don't want to know who I am, it'll be a disappointment to you because I'm not the person you think I am
Broken Soul: Would you tell me if I guessed?
Permanent State: I don't know, I have to go, finishing some project for tomorrow
Broken Soul: I'll be thinking about you:)
Permanent State: Bye:)
Tori signed off and, for the first time, finished the project. She printed it out and put it in a nice blue folder with a clear cover. She was only going to school that day to hand in her report but she decided to stay. It was in math class she had regretted her decision.
"You never found me last night, you were supposed to give me a dance." Shane joked.
"I thought you told me you weren't going?" Hunter asked.
"Uh...I stopped by to talk to my partner for my English project and I thought it would be really embarrassing if I showed up in my pajamas." Tori lied.
"What are you talking about, you were dressed in-" Dustin began.
"Slippers, no." Tori cut him off. "Why would I wear my slippers to a dance?"
"Whatever, anyways, do you think this is her cell phone?" Hunter changed the subject, holding the phone up to admire it.
It was a navy blue, metallic colour that flipped up to reveal a screen. It was covered in gold star stickers and even had a mini screen on the front with the date and time. The outside screen was framed with a thin silver strip of plastic. Tori gaped but eventually found some words to spit out.
"Whoa, cool phone."
"Cool, that looks just like yours." Dustin blurted out.
"No, mine's got silver stars." Tori lied.
"Anyways, all I wanted to do was meet her but now she doesn't want to anymore." Hunter continued.
"Hey, maybe there's a camera or something on the phone, maybe she took pictures of friends?" Shane stated.
"That's not a bad idea, you took pictures with yours when you first bought it didn't you Tor?" Dustin asked.
"Mine didn't have a camera, I just made you think it did." She grinned.
"I'll check anyways."
He flipped it open and tried to get to the menu. It required a password that he didn't have. Tori let out a sigh of relief and looked around, making sure no one heard her.
"Class, homework is pages three, four, five and six, questions one through seventeen." The teacher interrupted the many conversations that had taken over the class.
The bell rang and set out the school wide signal that class was over. They all filed out of math class, lost in different thoughts.
