Sadistic Sadie:

Oh, my God! You're Trevor's little brother. She gasped. You're not even in High School.

I am so. I'm in grade nine I countered. I'm taller than you are. I was too; almost as tall as Trevor.

But, this dance is for juniors and seniors.

I should have known there was a mistake when I received the invitation to our Sadie Hawkins dance. Why would a girl like Lucy Squires want to date me? The invitation, delivered by Lucy's friend, had been intended for my older brother all the time. The girl had brought the note to our front door and handed it to me when I answered.  She'd whispered, Lucy asked me to give you this. Then she giggled and hurried back down our path without giving me a chance to ask questions.

The brief note had cryptic comments about seeing me in the hall. We're not in the same grade, but would I accompany her to the dance? It concluded by giving her address and home number. I was new to the school and wasn't sure who Lucy Squires was.

Trevor said she was a girl in grade ten. My best friend's brother pointed her out. She was actually in grade eleven.

She was cute. I was flattered that she'd asked me. I telephoned and left a message that I'd pick her up for the dance.

I arrived carrying a rose.

When she slammed the door, I paid off the taxi. It was a long walk home.