This stories charactors-
Richard
Willy(me)
Emon-Ugly chick
Unamed-Ugly chick # 2
This is like as far back as i can remember. This was in 7th grade(1995). It was the very beggining of the school year. Oh yeah we were bad ass's now Jr. High. It was the first dance of the year and the first dance of our life times. We were all dressed up or what ever we thought dressed up was we were fucking scrubs. I had long ass hair to like my shoulders and rich had hair to like his chin. Both of us reaked of cK1. Ok shit enough with the scenery. So were walking around liek faggots we dont realy know anyone there. Were just circleing the dancers with the rest of the 7th grade class. What we relay were doing was learning how to dance. We had no real idea of what to do so we watched. Seemed pretty easy just hug and like swey in cirles. Now what? Ah shit were to pussy to ask any chicks to dance. Well after like an hour of circling we decide to go for a run through the middle. Then out of no were these 2 nasty ass chicks walk up to us. Emon and unamed ugly chick#2(we will call her skank). Me and rich are standing there side by side dumbfounded as hell stairing at these 2 ugly chicks. Emon is on richards side and skank is on my side. Emon is this hella skiny indian chick with nappy steel whool fro ass hair and skank was just a short fat troll. "You guys wanna dance" well i have heard those words a feew times in my life but i will never forget this one. We had no idea what the fuck to do we were so blown away that 2 older chicks would come ask us total stranger gusy to dance. Well fuck we were dumb so we like couldnt say no. They conrered us they new we were the weak frail baby gazelle's and they singeled us out of the pack and went in for the kill. So there we are, rich and willy danceing there first time with these 2 ugly chicks. When we were like turned faceind eachother and the chicks were looking the other wat we would look at eachother and make faces to signify the shity-ness of our situation. Well thats a lesson well learned, the hard way. Moral of this storie; Never walk into the middle of the dance floor without a hot chick at your side.
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