“The dance is Friday. Everyone has a date but me. I don’t think I’ll go. I want to go, but I don’t think I will because I’m too afraid to ask anyone. “What’s the worst that can happen?” Mom asks. “They could laugh.” “They won’t laugh,” she says. She doesn’t know the cruelty of kids. It’s been too long since she was my age. She doesn’t remember. I can’t just ask someone out. I don’t know how. She stares at me through the smoke from her cigarette and frowns. “You need to make friends,” she says. “...I have friends.” “Real friends.” “Okay.” Mina finds me at lunch. She’s from Finland on exchange. Her English is good, if stiff. I like her. Sometimes we talk about words and how they work. “This dance,” she says. “They say you need a date.” “That’s what they say.” “I don’t have a date,” she says. “Would you be my date?” I watch her to make sure she’s not fucking with me. She’s pretty and blond and foreign. “I’d like that.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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