Life in the Friend Zone

The Friend Zone is a real place. It is like a cross between a boarding school and a hospital. And Dakota Fenway knows it all too well. She entered the friend zone for the first time when she was in fourth grade. She is one of the only girls. The Friend Zone is a mind set, not a physical place. It connects all the minds together who are in the friend zone and you stay there until you break away from the friend. You are told no one has ever broken through the friend zone into something more because it would upset the balance. Dakota has entered in the friend zone once again during her senior year two weeks before prom. She is determined to get her friend Harry Warren to see her as more then a good friend. And no one, not even the Heads of Fate, are going to stop her. Watch as she jumps between the real world and Friend Zone and adds her own sarcastic touch.


2. Eighth Grade Dance

    People in movies over-exaggerate the last day of school by a lot. instead of running down the halls, throwing papers into the hallway (which, would, by the way, get you a detention) , our eighth grade class of a microscopic 31 came out in a single-file line, bathing in sweat from being inside the un-air-conditioned school. We came out, and even though it was 87 degrees outside, it was much cooler than the 95 degree building. We were all smiling as we lightly hugged friends, trying to ignore the stickiness of their skin. I tugged off my sweater and loosened my tie, then pulled down my skort-yes, a skort- to reveal my jean shorts. I ran over to Aaron, who had also worn basketball shorts under his khakis. we high fived each other. Thank god he isn't as bad as Jesse.
    You see, after Jesse cut off our friendship and our last year at elementary school ended, I switched to Sister Mary Catherine Prepatory School. I got in trouble on my first day for segwaying down the hall and wearing Vans instead of the school-approved loafers. I did, however, earn respect from a group of boys in my grade, who cheered my the entire way. I had found someone to eat lunch with. The other kids gave us dirty looks when they brought in skateboards. I didn't see why it was any worse then riding a bike to school, which is what I did since I couldn't balance for my life. Trust me, one of the guys tried to teach me and I scraped both my knees before he even taught me how to brake. Anyways, today was the  8th grade dance, and for some reason the boys were supposed to have a date for the dance. But the problem was that there were fifteen boys and sixteen girls, and everyone of my friends except Aaron and I had a date. Then there was Carry, a shy girl who was my girl friend when the boyness was too overwhelming.
    Carry became my friend in 6th grade. She sat next to me, and barely said a word. Then one of the more annoying girls in my grade complained that she had broken a nail. Carry mumbled that she wouldn't need to worry about her nails in hell since they pull them off one by one. I laughed and started making conversation with her. I found out she loved starbucks, beanies, cat sweaters, writing songs, and playing guitar. She was really an amazing person and turned out to be crazy when I got to know her more. I introduced her to my group of friends and she clicked with two of them who played guitar too. Anyways, I made my way to her to see her with a frown.
    "Uh...Carry? What's got you so down?" I asked curiously. 
    "You do realize we are the only two girls with out a date?" she said.
    "Yeah, but Aaron doesn't have a date either" I explained. 
    "He is totally going to ask you! Don't act like you don't know already." Carry joked.
    "He is not going to ask me Carry." I said. She laughed.
    "Listen, let's just swear not to get dates!" Carry held out her pinky. I grabbed on. 
    "Well, it's going to  be an awesome dance! All the single ladies!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Carry, being shy, yelled/whispered for me to quiet down.
    "Wow calm down Carry." I stuck out my tongue. We both laughed and then my mom pulled up. I waved goodbye to Aaron and we both popped in. 
    "Sup mom!" I said as I got in the passenger seat of the car and propped my feet on the glove box.
    "Feet. Down. Now." she said, and I sighed. Carry let out a few chuckles from the back.
    "Buzz kill." I muttered. 
    "Okay ladies, you both have dresses, right?" my mom asked curiously.
    "Yup!" I said, popping the 'p'. "Carry dropped it off yesterday.
    "Thank goodness." my mom replied, "I need to go to the grocery store, can you girls handle yourselves. As soon as I get back, I'll drive you over, so be ready!" she pulled up to the house and gave me the keys. We got out and waved goodbye. The car drove off and me and Carry did a fist pound and ran into the house. 
      We came in and the first thing we did was order a pizza. Then we turned on the TV. We had already planned to just shower, put on a little makeup, slip into the dresses, and go. It would take an hour at the most. The pizza came and we pigged out while watching Disney movies. Than we got up an hour before the dance started and Carry hopped in the shower. I had a little dance party in my room while I waited. She came out into the room to get dressed and I switched into the bathroom. I smiled as the hot water ran down my back. I really hoped Aaron asked me to dance. I washed my hair, shaved, and hopped out. As soon as I left the bathroom Carry switched to do her makeup, as she had gotten into her dress already.
    Both of our dresses were different, since our appearances were opposite. Carry had very pretty curly red hair and ice blue eyes. Her skin was Snow White. She was wearing a royal blue strapless dress. I had wavy brown hair and tan skin. I was wearing a black skater dress. I slipped into my dress and used a towel to shake out my hair into slightly messy damp waves down my shoulders. I came in and quickly applied mascara and lip gloss then nagged Carry to hurry up. We both grabbed our converse to wear with our dresses. Mine were black with multicolored glow in the dark laces. Carry wore PAC man converse, being the quirky girl she was. 
    As soon as my mom pulled into the driveway, we climbed into the car. 
    "Well, don't you two  look dolled up?" my mom joked as she drove to school. When we got there the gym lights were on and we could hear a little chit-chat going on inside. My mom told us she'd pick us up at midnight and drove off. We stepped in and it turned out one of the kids in our class was djing and was late. Carry and I made our way to the boys, who all had girls standing awkwardly next to them except Aaron. 
    "You girls realize you can still talk to each other?" I said, "You don't have to stay with your date all night, just the boy-girl slow dance." A couple sighs of relief came and the girls all left. My friend eyes widened.
    "Seriously!" David complained, "And I thought Chelsea was actually into me." 
    "You thought wrong." Carry said. She had opened a lot more with us since they met her two years ago. 
    "I can't believe the year is over. Too bad all of us are going to Agatha's but you Dakota." Aaron said. It was true. I was the only kid in my class who was going to a public school. Most were going to Agatha's, a Catholic high school that cost a bunch of money. Every one else was going to either St. Joseph's College Prepatory for Boys or St. Lucy's College Prepatory School for Girls. I was going to Jefferson High School, all alone. I wasn't worried though.
    Suddenly music came on. We looked up to see the DJ starting up the music. We all danced along for who knows long. Carry and I sat down for a break. Suddenly the slow song came on.
    "Alright, get your dates for the slow dance of the night. Everyone, including the DJ, began to dance with their dates. Carry and I were sitting awkwardly. I wonder where Aaron was. I was hoping he would ask me. I got up for punch. The punch tastes weird. I walked back to see Carry looking up at Aaron. He leaned down and whispered something into her ear. Her jaw dropped and she moved her head up and down really fast. They got up and went onto the dance floor. Carry and Aaron danced with each other, mesmerized by each other. I could feel tears pricking my eyes. I was just a friend. Again. I was alone. I ran to the bathroom and as soon as I opened it I was in a different room I thought I would never see again. The same white walls except for one which was currently showing my view of myself in the bathroom mirror. The white bed with unmade bed sheets. And I knew the voice when I heard it.
    "Welcome back to the Friend Zone, Dakota. We missed you." 

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