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Personal Narrative-Traditional Homecoming Dance

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As soon as I saw that crescent smile broaden under those glasses, I knew that I had turned my new friend Jordan's night around. It's a problem occurring in high schools around the world, whether you accept it or not; students are sitting alone at school, day to day, with little to no social interaction. This issue is very special to me, as I see it everyday. In my eyes, everyone should have a friend to help them smile and get through the day. September 26th, the day of my school's traditional homecoming dance. Two and a half hours into the dance, I was finally able to put aside my under-par dancing abilities and make my way to the dance floor. As soon as I stepped into the gym, I noticed him; grey shirt, black jeans, rectangular glasses, and …show more content…

I had to do something. Upon approach, I offered my hand to him, which he cautiously shook. In exchange for my name, he offered his: Jordan. First name basis, I was making progress. If we could at least get the names of all these so-called "invisible kids," then we're making a start in changing their day. A few minutes of casual conversation later, I ask him what he's into. He was reluctant to respond, so I mention what I'm into, first. I tell him I love pole vaulting, because it's not a mainstream sport we see in the media daily, and that it's also really fun and keeps me fit. He opens up and tells me he's into sports cars. I told him I love sports cars too, and offered a crooked smile, which he returned. About fifteen minutes into the conversation, he tells me it's his time to depart. I mentioned to him that we can go out together, even though the dance still had forty five minutes left. Upon reaching his mom's silver minivan, I engaged in small talk with his mother, said my goodbyes, and headed back to the gym, smiling bigger than I ever had before. Two days later, I said hello to him when I saw him at school, and that big crescent smile crossed his face once more. Three weeks later, his mom approached me and called

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