It was a
typical everyday eighth
grade party.
Every girl had a guy to
dance with.
Their was this pretty girl all alone in the corner looking for a
guy to dance with her.
Two best friend boys flipped a coin to see which one would get
her.
The guy that called heads won.
The danced that whole party.
That night the boy asked the pretty girl out on a date.
Six years my mother was born.
Thank God my
grandfather called
heads.
