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The Dance Floor Is On Fire - a short story by A.B.King

   The entire atmosphere all around the school premises was full of excitement concerning the upcoming school dance.
   Colin finally found the courage to ask Precious to the dance and talk about ‘Oh! Happy day’, - she said “Yes!” Colin couldn’t think of anything else in the following days other than him and Precious. All day, he day-dreamed and all night he dreamed too; of how it would be on that faithful day – the day of the dance, when the beautiful Precious would swirl in his arms.
   On the day of the dance, Colin found a message on his answering machine from Precious. It said that something came up so she won’t be able to go to the dance with him.
   Colin was angry, he was even more angry when he found out the reason she changed her mind was because Paul, the most popular boy in school asked her out to the dance at the last minute.
   Colin’s younger sister told him to calm down and forget about it but Colin was too angry to listen. No matter how many bible verses his little sister quoted, nothing was going to get to him. The girl of his dreams had hurt his feelings. If he was not going to enjoy the school dance, thanks to her. Then she would not enjoy the school dance either.
   Colin went to the school dance and waited for the right moment to trigger the fire alarm. There was more pandemonium than Colin expected. Not only did he succeed in ruining the dance for everybody, getting the firemen to come in vain and getting some students hurt in the stampede to rush out the building; he also almost killed the principal who had a bad heart and had a massive heart attack during the commotion.
   Although no one ever found out who caused the false fire mayhem. The weight on Colin’s chest that he had almost killed the principal all because of a silly thing he should have let go was a weight that tormented him daily. Men! If he had known he would have listened to his younger sister and let go because revenge is never the right way to go.


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