October 29, 1999. Friday.

Tonight was the Little League Dance.  I was going to dance with Steven.  First time I tried, he was acting like a goof.  I didn’t dance with him after that.  Jenn asked me if it would be OK if she danced with Steven.  I said fine but I was a little mad.  She danced with him twice.

After, she asked if she could ask Steve if he would go out with her.  I wanted to see what he would say, so I said yes.  When she came back he said he would.  Then Steve got mad at her and left.  While me and Jamie were sitting down and I looked sooo sad Jenn came over and asked what was wrong.  That’s when it happened.

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I started talking to her and she told me I’m the lucky one.  She said I’m lucky because I don’t have three boys asking me out at the same time.  I’m NOT lucky.  She doesn’t get dumped by her boyfriend after one day.  She also usually doesn’t get dumped for one of her best friends.  I really like Steven and didn’t dance with him the second time because his friend thought he pointed to Amanda when he wanted to dance with me.  I started crying really hard, covering my eyes so no one but Jamie and Jenn could see.  Jenn’s a great friend and I’m not going to lose her over a boy.

I told Dad I felt sick, and that’s why I was crying.  I did feel sick but that’s not the reason for me crying.

 


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