Happenings of the Dramatic Sort 19

Katelyn
I remember Tom saying that, with his hands stretched as far apart as they would go, was the closeness of me and that other person in 5th grade. Then, he shot his hands together and said that's what it would be like in 8th grade.
Yeah, right.
It wasn't just 5th grade, though. In 7th grade he asked me to a dance. I wasn't going to go, so I told him no. I felt so awful.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
That's me.

