**The Unexpected Star of the Spring Fling**

Prompt: Basically there is a social held by a school. Ana rosegold was a tomboy but pretty popular. In the middle, a dance circle is held. Ana is in the student council so she is responsible for taking photos but her poleroid stopped working and she was trying to fix it when to of her friends, Lily and Maddie push her onto the dance floor. At first she doesn’t know what’s going on but then she realizes everyone is staring at her. She makes it look like she is about to walk away but right as she is about to leave she starts moon walking, does the Micheal Jackson like where he leans forward and ends it with a backflip, all in heels because thriller by mj was playing. After that everyone was amazed. Then came the slow dance with time after time by Cyndi lauper and Isaac Roth, the guy everyone had a crush on asked her to dance and she said yes. Haha

The vibrant glow of string lights strung across the school gym mingled with the laughter and chatter of students as they enjoyed the annual Spring Fling dance. Ana Rosegold stood by the refreshment table, adjusting her camera—the one tool she had to capture the evening's memories. As a member of the student council, she was expected to document the festivities, but technology had a tendency to conspire against her. The cheerful pop of music and the dim, colorful lighting created a party atmosphere, but her excitement was dampened by the sputtering Polaroid camera that refused to cooperate. “Ana! Come on!” called Lily, a spirited girl with a permanent gleam in her eye. Maddie, her partner in crime, waved mischievously from the edge of the dance floor. Both were dressed up more than usual, skirts swirling around their knees like a small tornado when they moved. “Just a minute, guys!” Ana called back, trying to coax the camera into working. The familiar whirring and clicking noises of the Polaroid usually made her heart flutter, but tonight it felt like a frustrating reminder of her plans to document all the fun. “Forget about that! You're coming with us!” Maddie insisted. Before Ana could protest, the two of them rushed over, scooping her up by the arms. “Dance time!” “What? No!” Ana’s voice was half-hearted, but her friends were persistent. They hoisted her away from the camera and toward the center of the gym. She stumbled slightly—a little lost, a little panicky—as they pushed her into the center of an ever-growing dance circle formed by an excited crowd. Time seemed to slow as she stood there, a deer caught in headlights, enveloped by a sea of curious faces. Laughter erupted, and a collective anticipation buzzed in the air. What was happening? “Uh, hey everyone! I, um…” she stuttered, glancing back at Lily and Maddie, who were cheering her on from the sidelines. Ana felt an instinctual urge to retreat, to back away from the spotlight. But then the opening beats of "Thriller" kicked in, and something inside her switched. She remembered the countless nights spent practicing dance moves in her room, watched countless Michael Jackson music videos, and all the times she had felt alive on the dance floor. Just as she raised her foot, pretending to step away from the thrumming crowd, she channeled her inner moonwalker. Her feet broke into a smooth glide; she leaned forward like she did while watching her idol on screen. The surprised gasps turned into cheers as Ana danced, the rhythm electrifying her. With every step, her confidence soared. She whirled and twirled, landing in a perfect pose before sending herself into an impressive backflip. The entire gym erupted—cheers and applause ringing out like a thunderstorm washing over her. All that was left was the joy of the moment and a surge of adrenaline. “That’s our girl!” Lily shouted, her voice rising above the crowd. Ana landed with finesse, straightening her skirt as she beamed at the ecstatic classmates around her. In that moment, she wasn’t just a tomboy labeled by the girls who zoomed in on her bravado; she was the unexpected star, fiercely reclaiming the title she had forgotten she could hold. As "Thriller" faded into a gentle hum, the music transitioned to the sweet, slow intro of "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper. The atmosphere shifted, and couples began to pair off, swirling gently together like a beautiful tapestry of friendship and romance. Before she could think too much about it, Ana felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Isaac Roth—a tall boy with tousled hair and captivating hazel eyes. He was the heartthrob of their grade, the boy everyone had a crush on, and, somehow, he was looking directly at her. “Hey, Ana. Want to dance?” His voice was calm and inviting, no trace of the nerves pulsing through her. “Me?” Ana blinked, wondering if he meant someone else. “Are you sure?” she asked, though inside, her heart raced wildly at the prospect. “Definitely,” he grinned. She nodded, unable to suppress her excitement. He extended a hand, and she took it, feeling her heart thump against her ribcage. They moved to the center of the dance floor, surrounded by their peers, who watched with admiration still lingering from her earlier performance. The music enveloped them as they started to sway. Isaac's movements were smooth, and Ana found herself relaxing into the rhythm, losing herself in the gentle melody. As their feet shuffled together, laughter bubbled between them, and the initial awkwardness melted away. “I didn’t know you could do all that!” Isaac said, his eyes shining with admiration. Ana couldn’t help but smile, a rush of warmth filling her. “Neither did I,” she chuckled, still riding high from her moonwalking debut. Their fingers intertwined, their playful banter filling the space between soft notes. Ana took a breath, letting herself enjoy this unexpected moment. Her heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. Tonight, she was no longer the tomboy that only existed in the results of peer judgment—she was Ana Rosegold, a shining light amidst the shadows, dancing in the spotlight of the Spring Fling. Before long, the song wound down, and they swept to a halt, her breath mingling with his as the laughter of the crowd blended into the memories that would linger long after the night had ended. For Ana, the Spring Fling had transformed into something beyond expectations; it had become a celebration of not just friendship, but of herself—a tomboy who could dance, who could shine, and who, quite unexpectedly, had discovered the joy of stepping into the light. It was just the beginning.