By Jamar Lorenzo
I remember it all like it happened yesterday, or either hours ago.
It all started on a weekend at a school dance. So I went to the dance alone since i wasn’t asked by anyone. I don’t know, something in me tells me I should still go to the dance to watch others have fun and wish for myself to be in their shoes for some odd reason. I walked around, passing through crowds of people to find an open spot where i can get a view of everyone. I ended up finding a table, and sat there for about 10 minutes until I was tapped on my shoulder.