The spark grew and grew until it was as big as a man. I formed it into a round ball and shot it forward. It bounced around the room, knocking over anything in its way. I caught it in my palm and extinguished it. As I tidied up the room my mobile rang. It was Gerard.
“Hey Gee!” I said.
“Yo Ray! Do you think you could come over mine and Mikey’s house tonight?”
“Yeah, sure, what time?” I asked
“Well, will just before midnight be good?” He laughed.
“Is that a joke?” I said.
“No, sorry Ray. It just sounded funny. Anyway if you can get your mad hair down here, we need to do something,” He replied.
“Mmm, I’ll try!” I answered.
“Yay! Cool! I’ll be waiting!” Gerard replied in a happy-go-lucky way, and put the phone down. What’s up with that guy? I thought. But I did as I was told, I snuck out of the house and down to the Way’s house.
   “Oh, Hi Ray!” Frank said as he opened the door to let me in. It was incredibly warm inside compared to the icy air outside.
   “Hey Ray!” Mikey greeted me.
“Hey, so what do you want?” I asked Gerard.
“Oh yeah, we’ve come together to practice our Llar. It’s better if we practice all together.” He explained.
“Yeah, now all we need is Bob! Betta get him tomorrow!” Mikey exclaimed. All four of them practiced fighting each other. Halfway through, they all got bored and started chatting.
“So, Gee, who are you going to the dance with?” I asked.
“Oh, umm, I asked someone else out yesterday.” He answered.
“Who!” The rest of us chorused.
“Lindsey; from my art class.” He replied.
“Oh, I know her! But I think she writes her name as Lyn-z not Lindsey.” Mikey said.
“Oh, cool!” Frank. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and found Bob shivering on the doorstep.
“Hi Ray!” He said. “I didn’t know you would be here!”
“Gerard contacted me, you?” I asked
“Yeah, same.” He replied. He trudged into the kitchen and for a few minutes we all talked about nothing in particular, then Mikey noticed Bob looking miserable.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Mmm? nothing. It’s just that I have no-one to go to the dance with. That’s all.” He sighed.
“Aw, poor you! You’ll get one soon enough, I’m sure of it!” I encouraged.
“Yeah, I guess your right!” He said.
BOB’S POV
The next day I was sad: the dance was only the next day but still I had no-one to go with. I lurked around in the food hall, the classroom corners and all the places where girls usually like to hang out at breaks but there was no-one I liked.