
She strummed along the strings of the guitar. Why did her parents wan her to go to the stupid dance? They both knew she hated dances.. She sighed, and continued playing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.. She could stay mostly out of sight.
"Hey! You need to get ready."
She sighed again. "I guess it's time for the torcher to begin." She left the peacefullness of her room to go to the craziness and annoyingness of the dance.
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