It's the last day before the school dance and I have never been so nervous. Tomorrow I am going to have to do it - I will ask out Olivia. I've talked to her a few times before, and we have a few things in common, such as our perfect attendance records. Only thing is, she's been my crush for years and I still haven't told her.
I know this dance shouldn't be such a big deal, but it doesn't help that they're calling it the '6th Grade Prom.' I'm not old enough to go to prom yet! But every grade has to have its own prom now. There are so many that the school is running out of Fridays to put them on, and ours had to be moved to a Thursday.
There is nothing else I can think about on Wednesday night, and so I lay awake worrying about prom for hours. Eventually I think I do manage to fall asleep, but either way, it doesn't matter. I am at the dance now and I still haven't asked her out yet.
In fact, I don't have a date for the dance at all, though a quick glance around the room tells me I'm not