The Art of Hating You
she squealed, grabbing Sara's hand and pulling her off the stool.
Sara tried to resist, digging her heels into the floor. "Maddy, no, I don't want to dance," she protested, but Madison was too strong, and she was already being pulled towards the dance floor.
Madison laughed and spun Sara around, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, Sara, let loose! It's just one dance," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the thumping music.
Sara's face flushed with embarrassment as she was dragged onto the crowded dance floor. She stumbled a little, her feet awkwardly trying to keep up with the rhythm. Madison, on the other hand, was in her element, dancing with abandon and laughing with joy