As I walk into the main part of the school, Misty calls it the lobby; I’m a ball of nerves. Misty smiles and waves me over. She is sitting on a plush black leather couch beside James. They look to be in deep discussion their heads bent slightly forward.
“Hey, we need to go shopping for the dance next Friday,” Misty gushes as I take a seat. She Waves her hands in the air as she speaks with excitement.
“I don’t think I am going to go.” The dance sounds like a bad idea. I cannot make it through a lesson without something going wrong.
“You have to come; it will be great. Please,” she gives me her puppy dog eyes and pulls at my heart strings until I relent.
“OK, fine, maybe just for half hour or so.” I inwardly kick myself for yet again letting Misty persuade me. I can be a push over at times.
“Thank you, we are going to have so much fun.” She hugs me, bouncing up and down, I can’t help but laugh, my anxiety disappearing.