I sat on one chair at a corner bored to death as i watched the students sway to some slow music. Five teachers including Mrs. Victoria and Mr. Ridole were like eagles watching on preys, they didn’t allow any contact between bodies during dancing. A couple of old men and women moving their legs back and forth, what the hell. For what felt like an hour of listening to the drawn-out music, i wished i had a knife to slit my wrists. The music was so depressing that it made me want to sleep. I think I had drank five liters of the weird tasteless liquid being passed around while watching the swaying sticks.I was almost done waiting for Deborah when out of the blue, like a ray of light in a dull room, i saw her approach me.
She wore a knee-length red sheath dress that had a straight cut and a nip
