Ugly Sally Goes to the Halloween Dance
“But Julia,” said Ugly Sally to her best friend, Julia. “I don’t want to go to the Halloween dance. You know everyone will make fun of me.”
“Nobody will make fun of you,” said Julia.
“Just look at me,” said Ugly Sally, looking at herself in the mirror. “My face is full of pimples. My hair is too stringy.”
“You must think you are the only person with pimples,” said Julia, pointing to the few pimples she had on her own face. “Make-up will cover those up. As for your hair, we can style it. Besides, George is going to the dance.”
“Are you serious?” asked Ugly Sally.
“Yes,” said Julia. “I am serious. He even asked me if you were going to be there.”
Ugly Sally had a crush on George. He had just moved into the neighbourhood and was in a few of her classes.
“Does that mean you will come to the dance?” asked Julia.
“Okay,” said Ugly Sally. “I will go.”
Ugly Sally was very nervous the night of the Halloween dance. When George walked over to say hello to her and Julia, she almost spilled her punch all over herself. Luckily, Julia saw what was happening and took the glass out of her hand.
“Relax,” whispered Julia.
“Easier said than done,” said Ugly Sally.
George said hello to the two girls. Just at that moment, the band played a slow song.
“Would you care to dance?” asked George.
“I would,” said Ugly Sally, sweating profusely. “But, I don’t know how to dance.”
George took Ugly Sally by the hand and led her onto the dance floor.
“I will teach you,” said George.
Ugly Sally kept stepping on George’s feet.
“I am sorry,” said Ugly Sally. “Perhaps I should just go and sit down.”
“Nonsense,” said George. “You don’t know how many times I stepped on someone’s feet. It is all part of learning.”
By the end of the night, Ugly Sally was dancing just as good as most of the people there.
“That was fun,” said Ugly Sally.
“Aren’t you glad you didn’t quit?” asked George.
“Yes,” admitted Ugly Sally. “I am glad.”
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