I stood in the corner watching the teenagers crowd the floor in their elegant gowns and tuxedos. They moved and grooved to the music, and seemed to be having lots of fun.
Suddenly feeling a burst of courage, I decided to try it. Senior prom only comes once in a lifetime.
I tried to reason with myself but I wanted to get out there so bad I couldn’t stand it. After all, dancing was only moving, and moving was nothing more than all that kinetic energy junk my science spewed at me.
I could do this.