Just a Bit of Silliness
Finally, the day had come when Cindi Relley had vowed that nothing would stop her from going to the school dance. She had been up in that attic for 11 months, sewing her dress from the little pieces of her stepsisters’ cast offs and hand-me-downs. The dress was mostly blue like the sky and the various colors of patchwork fabrics gave it the bohemian vibe she was into. The skirt flared out in a giant full circle when she twirled, and the strapless top fit her perfectly. Then, with a dusting of fine glitter across her dress and hair spray to make it stay on she finally had a dress she was proud of.
At 7:00 P.M. she heard the doorbell and knew her sisters would be taking pictures with their dates for a while so Cindi darted out the back door and through the neighbors yard and down the street filling her lungs with the evening air and exhaling her excitement back into the world, she twirled at least once every other block all the way to school.
When she arrived at the gym, she was in awe of the transformation from basketball court to mylar wonderland. As she stood there, she noticed one of the counselors extending a little wand with a code on it in one hand and shaking headphones at me with her other hand. Cindi declined the headphones and scanned the wand with her phone and pushed her own earbud in one ear. The music filled her soul and she knew it would be a great night.
Cindy had circled the gym, tucking herself in the shadows here and there for over an hour as the other students began to filter in. As she was backing up to wedge herself between the coach’s office and the bleachers she bumped into someone and turned around to find herself face to face with the new guy. He looked like he had about as much confidence as she did. Instead of barking at her to watch where she was going, he asked her to dance.
They spent the entire evening together. She asked where he lived before and where he lived now and they traded little tidbits about their lives with each other. He knew instantly which house she lived in when she described it as having a second story balcony. They danced for a while, then went for a walk in the park then back to the dance. As the music faded and the principal took the mic Cindi excused herself to the restroom but upon her return the dance had ended and she wasn’t able to find him. He had told her his name was Vince Charmaign but they had not traded their insta, snaps or digits so she really didn’t know how to reach him.
She was happy to have not seen her sisters all night and to have found a new friend and she floated all the way home with her billowy dress leading the way.
The next morning she heard excited chatter downstairs and rushed to the landing to see what the raucous was and there on their front porch stood Vince Charmaign. Her heart skipped a beat as she listened to him talk about how he had found her phone and wanted to return it. Her step sisters both tried to say it was theirs, but he was too cunning for their deceptions and set the phone to their face but the phone did not recognize them. Just then he looked up to see her on the landing and called out to her. She almost seemed to float down the stairs. Their eyes locked and there was an electricity between them. Her phone made a bleeping noise and confirmed their connection.
Her step sisters complained as they walked away, frustrated but with their own faces tucked away into their next cyber attack.
Vince Charmaign asked if Cindy Relly might like to walk to school with him. He took her by the hand and they bumped phones to swap intel and strolled off down the sidewalk into their own fantasy romance.