Prologue

Part 1: First Few Notes. (In other words, the beginning) (Writer’s note: This stuff #################### is a break in his thought) ~ I can’t believe I just made a fool of myself like that ! I mean, Amy didn’t care or anything. She just wanted someone to go to the dance with her. Our thing was over a long time ago. I’m not even very attracted to her anymore. Not that she doesn’t have nice curves and a cute smile, but when I look at her I think “Friend” not “Girl-I-wanna-go-out-with”. Anyhow, I know that I can’t dance, so why did I try? ####################################################################################### I’m pretty sure it was because of that girl. The blonde one. She was cute. She wasn’t very nice after a while though. She was kinda’ stuck on herself. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence except when somebody gave her the attention for being with me. That whole thing is always a little uncomfortable for me anyway. I thought that friend of Amy’s, the one with the ponytail was much nicer and had a cute face. She was prettier than that the blonde I danced with. She was funny too, and she didn’t over-flirt like some girls tend to do. The blonde was like an empty shell or something like that.##################################################### I’ll never have them figured out. Girls I mean. I’m not gonna think about it either .################################################################################# I totally tanked. It was awful. HEY, maybe I could take lessons. Yeah Right ! Then I can make a fool of myself in front of a licensed professional! Are Dance instructors licensed? Oh, who cares? ################################################################################# I thought tonight was going to be really great . Just me and a friend having fun, and meeting new people. I’ll just try to forget it ever happened . If that’s POSSIBLE ! ################################################################################# Finally. Be it ever so humble.........Oh man, this key picked a REALLY bad time to get stuck!. There, I got it .Gotta be careful, don’t want to wake anyone up. ################################################################################ Home sweet bedroom ! Ouch ! Damn, That hurt. I hate this shirt but it’s tight and it looks good so I’ll wear it again . If it just didn’t have that zipper in the front.. I pop myself in the eye every single time I take it off. I don’t feel like putting on another shirt but I gotta get out of these pants. Okay, I’m comfy. Got my sweat pants on and....Awwww, My back needed this. I’m so tired. ............Ooff ! Why in the world Mackie insists on hiding buried treasure in my bed I’ll never know. ############################################################################### Hello God, it’s always nice talking to you. You let me vent, but if you don’t mind I’m gonna make this prayer a short one. I’ve had a hard night..(but you probably knew that) So, bless my family and friends, our pets, this house, and everyone and everything else I’ve failed to mention. Could you also, if you’ve got time, bless me and help me make tomorrow a better day than today was? In your name, Amen.

Chapter 1
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