By: Lizz Dettmer
Gracefully I walked into the crowded room. The disdainful stares fall on my back. Sigh “Eyes on the prize. Eyes on the prize” I repeat my mantra to myself to keep me focus. The vibration of the music travels up my spine. A slow song. Great. Another sigh left my lungs as I looked around to avoid this situation. Suddenly I felt a stern hand on my shoulder and waist. The mystery man spun me ‘round, locking eyes with him. “H-hello” I managed to peep out in fright. His eyes lit up and a grin covered his face. “Why hello there, Miss” His voice, I tense up. Ignore him, he is not relevant to what I need to do. As I start to step back, he tightens his grip and pulls me closer, as if I were a prize he was in fear of losing.
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