At Least One Slow Song
Written by Juliet Spree
At Least One Slow Song
October 21, 2007
…Today at school there was so much drama about the homecoming dance. Who's going with who, who stole whose date, what's happening with whose hair. Yuck. The whole thing is sickening. I am never going to any dances. Today made it official.
April 13, 2008
All the girls in my class are going prom dress shopping this weekend. They're all talking about which dress they are getting and how much money it costs. I am so glad I don't have to worry about that. The way I see it is that if you don't go to dances your life is stress-free. You could sell every girl's prom dress in my class and pay for a first year of college.
November 6, 2009
At church today they announced that there is going to be a dance next Saturday. I don't understand why they always have to plan dances as activities. Everyone always tells me I need to go and I always give the same answer: I am NEVER going to a dance! Not at school, not at church, not even at my wedding. NEVER! Why do people feel the need to stand up in front of an audience and rock back and forth to slow songs with the opposite sex? It's so dumb.
November 20, 2009
Today at church everyone was talking about the dance. Troy looked at me and asked me why I never go to dances and I told him it's just awkward to me. He said I should at least try going to one someday….
Sharpay tossed her head back carelessly and started laughing out loud. "Yep. That is still not too far off," she said as she flipped monotonously through her journal.
She remembered writing this entry, because Troy never talked to her and she had never talked to him; therefore she was surprised when Troy asked her about the topic she hated so much.
Troy Bolton. Where to begin? When Sharpay first saw him he was just the same as the other boys: too tall for his age, and had plain brown eyes. His hair was short, light brown and flipped up a little in the front. Sharpay was not very impressed with him back then.
Troy had moved to the area when Sharpay was thirteen years old, making Troy twelve. He was quiet at first and seemed respectable. However, at twelve years old boys are still boys. Troy's childish, immature ways drove Sharpay crazy. She really was excited to have a new guy around, but then he just had to be immature. Sharpay went out of her way most days to make her irritation with Troy's personality extremely obvious to everyone else.
But now Troy was one of the most attractive people Sharpay knew. His height fit his age, he wore a farmer's tan and his eyes had become a beautiful mix of auburn and gold. He was really turning into a gentleman. He was always watching for a girl needing a seat, or a girl needing assistance. Troy's good looks and personality made him the walking definition of Sharpay's dream boy.
Troy had a lot of friends, and the number was growing every minute. One might say he was the most popular kid at church, school, anywhere. Sharpay had turned sixteen about a year ago and finally was allowed to date. Since Troy had grown up a little, he had become even dreamier than he was before. But since Sharpay had made her hatred toward Troy for the past three years extremely obvious, Troy didn't even look at or talk to Sharpay.
Sharpay flipped to a clean page in her journal, grabbed her pen and started writing.
June 4, 2010
Last day of school! Oh man…I've ended another chapter. I am going to be a senior classman in only 3 months. I haven't really done a whole lot in my life, either. That totally needs to change for my senior year. I need to make the most of things; get more involved at church and at school with things BESIDES music!
Speaking of getting more involved, I heard that there is going to be a day camp up in Sawnville in early August. There will be around 3,000 guys and girls there, and a huge choir. I should go…even though there will be a dance. I am not dancing. I refuse. I can get out of it somehow! I always get out of things like that.