Ivy
It took a weeklong of dancing lessons from mum and watching arguably all the best high school musical movies there was to get me close to ready for the dance. It was also tiresome and uncomfortable for me but the silver lining of the entire thing was me and mom got to hang out, talk like normal people and make jokes and I was also a better dancer than Ophelia. The climax came on Saturday morning, at around nine we were in our rooms getting ready for a girl's day out and also expecting Ophelia to join us. Like a shadow we were inseparable. At the dance floor I expected her to be closer for clues just in case all my training went in the gutter if he touched me in all the right places.
There was a soft knock on my door and in response I shouted hasty, "Come in, mum!"
The door clicked
