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When we walked back into the Research Room Lisa slammed the door and yelled at me to sit down.

“YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE?!! A MAN LIKE THAT WANTING YOU AND ALLS YOU CAN SAY IS…NOTHING!!!!” she screamed. I really didn’t pay attention to her; she wasn't me she didn’t understand. It was crazy to even talk to a guy like Chris, it was mental to trust him, and it was suicide to love him. But I did all of those things and it ended up the way I predicted, the way it always has to end with me, A Happily Never After.

“Can we talk about this later?” I asked.

“FINE! But we need to talk about it SOON!” she stated. She huffed in air and then blew it back out. “OK! Now, what are you gunna wear to the Charity Ball?” She leaned in close towards me with a big grin across her face.

I hated dances, with a passion. And I did not want to go. And I really didn’t want to go because I was going to be the only person with out a date. Lisa wouldn’t have one either but that’s only because she is the organizer of the whole Ball idea and is going to be frantically running around the whole night.

“I’m not going.” I said, opening up a book on heart attacks and strokes.

“What?!” She yelled in astonishment. “Are you TRYING to give me a heart attack today?”

“At least if I did I’d know how to stop it!” I retorted lifting up the book.

“HA-HA, very funny!” She leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms around her chest. There was an awackward silence; wait a there was a silence! I looked up at Lisa to see what was the matter. She was just twirling her hair around and her lips were puckered.

“Lisa, what are you…?” I began to say but she cut me off.

“Shsst! I'm think!” she helps up one finger than began to play with her hair again. I leaned back against my chair, and waited. Not long after a minute she jumped out of her hair with a huge smile spread across her face.

“Your going to the dance. And I'm gunna get you a dress AND a date.” She said.

“A dress?! DATE??!” I protested.