Der Flohwalzer Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She and I were in dance class together twenty years ago. She was also better at her pirouette than me.” “Oh, I’m sure you can do a pretty pirouette.” I start to stand and demonstrate my pirouette when the room begins to wobble. Just as quickly, I reach for the bed and hold on as the waves settle. “Maybe I can show you tomorrow?” “That’s a good idea. What I meant was, what else did your mom say about eating because on the menu it says that they have nachos.” “Nachos?” “Yes,” he says enthusiastically. “And you know what?”

I have not forgotten it since. We lay on our backs in the grass while the boys showed off nearby. The same kid who'd knocked my shoulder was doing backflips, his opponent getting more and more frustrated chasing him around the ring. He was fast and he knew it and his opponent knew it and everyone watching knew it. He was good. I still didn't like him. Then the third stage was called. Hide and seek. Finally. Something I was actually made for.

I can see her. Fumbling around the kitchen, her hair tendrils tucked behind her ears. She is making dinner. I see her so calm and peaceful, she has no idea what's about to happen. I mean she has no idea that it happened. She is cooking ladyfingers. I mean, of course, she is. Last night, she made poached eggs, which everybody knows I hate and the rest seems to like. Just the thought of poached eggs makes me nauseous. She is making up for that. I love ladyfingers. No one else does, I don't know a single person who likes them as much as I do.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

Suddenly, this surprised Alisa. “Hey, Flo? What are you doing?” “Teaching you to dance,” Flo answered innocently. “But, I...” With blushing cheeks, Alisa looked nervous about saying it. “Never mind, just pretend we’re at a Dreigen party,” her friend replied. They both danced together accompanied by the Karelo-Vitanian classical music. Frenska, who watched them, seemed to smile faintly, while Linne smiled widely seeing it. "Wow, I told you girls really fit together, Sis Alisa, Sis Flo."

I replied to Delora's challenge. I grabbed my glass of beer and drank it with a cocky face. "Of course I'm not a chicken like Flo," I added as I glanced at Flo. She just rolled her eyes in disgust. Flo had only chosen the truth when it was her turn. That sucks! "Fine, Princess. Then let me give you a challenge," Flo replied with a wicked smile. But I'm not scared, okay? "Sure." I answered bravely. "Close your eyes, and walk around in this bar. Then, when you bump into someone, whether it's a woman or a man, you have to kiss them. No matter who it is!"

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

Flo pleaded. "I cannot sing, Flo. I told you, I have no desire to hold that strange object!" "This isn't a 'strange object'! It’s a guitar! Your favorite guitar! Just listen!" Flo strummed the strings and began to sing in a raspy, off-key voice. "Argh! What is that sound? It’s horrific! Stop it, Flo! You are wounding my sensitive ears!" Drex protested, covering his ears. "Drex! Please, stop pranking me! Just pluck the strings and sing!" Flo looked genuinely annoyed.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

I huffed. He chuckled at this raising an eyebrow, “up for round two?” he asked. I glanced down at my clean plate, then at his, before giving him a nod. He chuckled raising a hand, “waiter!” he called out, “can we get some more fries here?” **************