It Happened at the Homecoming Dance
At my homecoming dance, I noticed a kid sitting alone in the corner, looking miserable. Feeling bad for him, I walked over and asked what was wrong.
He sighed and said, “No one wants to dance with me because of my wooden eye.”
Determined to help, I scanned the room and spotted a girl crying in the hallway. When I asked what was wrong, she sniffled, “No one will dance with me because of my harelip.”
I saw an opportunity. I went back to the boy and convinced him to ask her to dance. After some hesitation, he finally worked up the courage and approached her.
As I watched, feeling proud of myself, I heard their conversation.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked nervously.
Her eyes lit up. “Would I? Would I?!”
The boy’s face twisted in anger. “Harelip! Harelip!” he shouted and stormed off.
He sighed and said, “No one wants to dance with me because of my wooden eye.”
Determined to help, I scanned the room and spotted a girl crying in the hallway. When I asked what was wrong, she sniffled, “No one will dance with me because of my harelip.”
I saw an opportunity. I went back to the boy and convinced him to ask her to dance. After some hesitation, he finally worked up the courage and approached her.
As I watched, feeling proud of myself, I heard their conversation.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked nervously.
Her eyes lit up. “Would I? Would I?!”
The boy’s face twisted in anger. “Harelip! Harelip!” he shouted and stormed off.
