Lily sat in her living room, dressed in a brand new gown for the dance. It was her first date and she was nervous to say the least. She was going with a boy she really liked and was completely surprised when he asked her to be his date. Glancing at the clock, Lily noted that he should be there any minute, and she felt the butterflies going crazy in the pit of her stomach. She remembered thinking when she was little that there were actually butterflies flapping around in there and the feeling would make her cry. That memory seemed to ease her nervousness a bit. It was just that her mother had worked hours on her hair and she really wanted to make a good impression. Who knew what might be in store for she and the boy’s future?
Twenty minutes had rolled by and her date still hadn’t showed up. Sinking further into the couch, Lily began to worry. Was he standing her up? Had something happened to him on his way to her house and was unable to call? What if he was hurt? What if he’d forgotten? What if he just asked her to be nice and really wasn’t ever planning to take her? The last question brought a wave of tears to Lily’s eyes, but she tried desperately not to cry. If he did show up, she didn’t want her make-up to have run.
After an hour passed, Lily gave up hope. She walked back up to her bedroom, unzipped her barely-worn dress, and flung herself on the bed, finally letting the tears fall.