CHAPTER 17 Christmas Eve 7
Moving away from them, this Christmas Eve dance wasn’t too bad. The lights, the music, the people dancing around me; it was better than moping around after a guy who wasn’t worthy of my attention in the first place. Moving further toward the stage, the band seemed to be having a great time entertaining everyone as well, and I wanted to be a part of that.
This was my time. This was my night to show Dawson that I wasn’t the least bit bothered about him and Helen, I mean Hettie, I mean… whatever her face was called. Swaying up the stairs and onto the stage, raising my arms and making sure I didn’t spill any punch that I was holding over my head, I was in the zone of enjoying the night.