Rose saw the boy and stopped dead in the middle of the dance, staring at the boy who had just entered. Who was he? Who could he possibly be? He definitely wasn't from this town, as she knew everyone here! After all, it was a population of less than one hundred! But suddenly she was knocked into by Betty Davidson and Ronald Roger, hitting the ground with a thud and just sat there, unsure of what to do. Some people were just staring, others were just still going around, dancing and having a great time as if nothing had happened.

Rose slowly got up, brushing her dress off and walking outside for some fresh air. Once outside, she took a big whiff of the cool fresh night air, closing her eyes and trying to think this through. What was she going to do? Most likely they would be talking about her just standing there in the middle of the dance floor, before getting hit by two dancers and falling down hard on her butt. She wondered what else people would say or think, but knew that she could do nothing to stop the spread of gossip from going around this town. After all, this town had the population of 68 people! By morning the deed would be done, and she'd be humiliated for a while. And her dad would probably get posses because he was, after all, the mayor of this town. She wondered if she was going to get yelled at at home, not wanting that at all. But if it happened, it happened. No way to stop it, right?