Mary sat quietly in class, ignoring the foolish remarks from her peers to her teacher. She disliked to see her peers disrespect the teacher the way they did. Occasionally, her teacher would look to her, as if for help in the situation. Mary would stay quiet, afraid to embarrass herself.
Mary was not much liked by the students in her class. It was a clique-filled room. The populars, the underdogs, nerds, and wannabes. She didn't really fit into any of them. Most of them saw her as small, and as a fool, herself. She had hoped for so long that she could change their minds. She wished she'd have some handsome man come in and take her away. For the time being, she sat at a crowded table, where she sat all alone. She had one friend, but he did not go to her school. She avoided telling people about him. She didn't want them to think of him as fake, imaginary, just a wish in her mind.
Her teacher was trying to explain something, but could not get the attention of his students. He tried talking over them, but was on the verge of giving up. Then someone entered the room. He was tall, and wearing a military uniform. He stood in the corner of the room for a moment, sure not to interrupt the teacher. His hands were behind his back, as if concealing some secret. To those who had noticed him, he looked focused and strong. Mary did not turn around for she had not noticed the stranger.
"What is it?" Asked the teacher, finally giving up on his students. Now, the students of the class had quieted down at the arrival of the soldier.
"Is Mary here?" He said respectfully.
Mary looked up. She knew the voice. She looked at the boy sitting across from her. The boy turned his head and gave her the, "Who's this?" look. Mary smiled at the boy, then slowly turned around in her seat and stood up. She faced the soldier. He was real. Surely, her classmates could see that now.
"Will you go to prom with me?" He asked her while he held out a rose.
The class was in awe. They thought that the soldier was a friend of the teacher's who had come to yell at them; however, that was not the case. Nobody said a word, except Mary, who spoke softly.
"Yes." She hugged him.
Some students applauded while other students in the class were whispering in surprise to this strong man who had chosen the small girl for his date.
When the hug was complete, the man waved to the teacher and exited the room.
Mary stood before her disrespectful class with a rose in hand. She ignored their ignorant remarks and weak questions that were being thrown at her. She just took her rose, and sat down quietly.
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