She stands in the semi-dark unsure of what to do. Through the gloom she watches the couples sway to the music.
Each boy has his arms loosely resting around his girl’s waist. Every girl places her hands on her boyfriend’s shoulders.
They stand as far apart as their arms will reach and lurch back and forth, looking like Frankenstein and his bride dancing.
But, the girl does not notice the awkward dancing. She longs to be swept along to the strains of “Colour My World,”
while the object of her crush waltzes her around the cafeteria. She closes her eyes and wishes that she wasn’t standing
on the sidelines week after week. A wallflower, invisible to the man of her dreams.