Here are the final two installments to my first “real” story. It’s a little longer than previous chapters, so make sure you have a few minutes to spare. I hope you enjoy.
When Mike’s group walked into the room the first thing he noticed was the music. In fact it would have been impossible to miss, it was so loud. Mike had been to one semi-formal dance before this one. His sophomore year he took a girl named Rachel to winter formal. Turns out she liked going to dances more than she liked Mike. Besides spending most of the evening sitting alone at a table, Mike remembered the deafening sound of music that defines a High School dance.
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