Barbie was secretly glad she knew Nick Slaughter was not asking Kelly to the dance. Dennis finally did ask Barbie.
“Barbie?” Dennis asked, shyly.
“Oh, hi Dennis.” Barbie hoped he wasn’t just borrowing a pencil or something.
“Uh, do you want to go to the dance with me?”
“Yes, I guess so,” she answered happily. “When is it?”
“Two-thirty on Tuesday. I’ll pay.”
“OK. See you there.”
“Mom, he asked me to the dance!” Barbie yelled happily to her unseen mother.”
“Who? What are you talking about?” her mother asked, coming out of the kitchen.
“Dennis Farland! That boy I’ve been talking about!” Barbie explained.
“So he finally asked you,” her mother said. “Well, he got the sweetest girl in school.”
“Aw mom,” Barbie said, blushing.
The day of the dance Barbie was so excited she could hardly do her work. At last the 2:30 bell rang. Barbie grabbed he books and hurried out of the room.
She saw Dennis and walked over to where he was.
“Oh, hi Barbie,” he said, as he gave the boy at the door two tickets.
The first dance was a slow one. Dennis put his arms around her waist and she put her’s on his shoulders. They dances slowly, swaying back and forth.
“Ya know, Barbie,” he said quietly. “I really like you.”
“I like you too, Dennis.” And they finished the dance in silence.
The next dance was a fast one.
“Do you know how to fast dance?” Barbie asked Dennis.
“I sure do,” he said. “Let’s go!”
Barbie and Dennis both fast danced very well. Soon people were standing around watching them. Barbie saw Kelly in the crowd scowling.
Boy, is she jealous! Barbie thought happily.
Before Barbie knew it, it was 4:30 and time to go.
“I really had a good time, Dennis,” Barbie said.
“So did I. Well, see you tomorrow. ‘Bye,” he said, walking off.
“Mom! I’m home,” Barbie called.
“Well, how was the dance?” Barbie’s mother asked, coming downstairs.
Barbie told her mother all about the dance. Then she went up to change clothes so she could go out and play.
Later that day, Barbie saw Kelly and Jenny outside playing volley-ball. It was at these times Barbie wished that they were all friends again. She was also glad they weren’t. When they were friends, Barbie always felt obligated to them. Now she was free and she didn’t have to follow them anymore and do what they wanted.