the question Posted by Half-lit, Oct 30, 2008. 1052 views. ID = 1948 This post was written in 1 minutes.

	this was a grabbag but my server dropped the ball... Just trying to creat a feeling of nervousness as I am sure we all felt whn asking someone we liked out on a date
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As though a leaf that is pressed between the pages of a scrap book; I find myself wrestles and wrought with tension and unease. I stand against my locker, wringing my hands together in a ball, over and over moving the blood from the veins making them pail.

In a deep breath of nervousness; I pull myself strait, close my locker door, stand with a stammer of uncertainty, walk three (seemingly mile long) steps and ask; “Jamie, would you go to the prom with me?”

Filled with a deep feeling of relief and cautious nervousness at the same time; I am left waiting with bated breath as I study her face.

Blushing almost instantly and looking at me like a deer being caught in headlights, she cases the bustling student filled hall, looking to see if anyone heard me ask “the question”.


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