Dancing

Arnold gulped as he danced with Chelsea. He wasn’t a very good dancer. And Chelsea’s toes felt that. “Ow!” Chelsea yelled out as Arnold stepped on her foot for the third time in a row.

“S-sorry,” Arnold said.

Chelsea rolled her eyes. “I’m just going to get some punch. Just stay here and try to win some people over for the prom king vote.”

Chelsea walked away leaving Arnold alone.