Okay,, the Dance.?

It sucked. It was pathetic and sickening, disgusting at that, and also degrating.
Literally the whole friggin' dance was high-school slut-bags, grinding on ugly high-school boys. You may call it just having fun, but I call it stomach-wrenching. Those high-schoolers portray the image that they are all easy, cheap, and once again, sluts.
But there was this one dude though, that was bawling his eyes out. I pitied him at first, but then it just started to get really old.
So what happened was his girl was dancing with another dude, and he was deadly sad about it. Okay, I understand that. But when you do it for an hour? No. But there was this one thing she did was play the Crying  Dude and her's song while dancing with Curly Bastard. So Crying Dude bawled even harder. This was where I began to get pissed off at the both of them.
I wanted to slap both of them in the face because of how freaking stupid they were. So one, shes a slut, and two, he needs to man up a bit. But all of the eight graders pitied him to death, and made him look even more of a pansy than he already did.
By this time I was just ready to leave. I was feeling claustrophobic, and sad, and irritated. I think the only time I danced was when I attempted to do a head-bang with Rebecca. Honestly, I think she had a better time than I did. But whatever. Dances never turned out 'swell' anyhow.

But here are pictures of Rebecca and I getting dressed up for the crappy dance.;

Rebecca (left) and me (right)
(I havent done the peace sign since the sixth grade, so I brought it into this picture.)

Me in front of my crapper. ;D

Rebecca's pretty face. 

 Well Cheers;;
Sincerely,,
Your Mother.