Wednesday, December 5th, 2012
“Look, if you teach us the Chicken- Dead Fish dance, you can dare us anything you want,” one of them said.
“Dare us anything that won’t end up hurting someone. Just stay within boundaries,” I added.
The Dance Teacher thought about it for awhile, then smiled. “Okay,” she agreed.
It was pretty funny to watch her dance like a chicken/dead fish. And for the record, it was a girl at school who came up with the name. Not me.
Then, after that, I heard “Well, what do we have to do? The dare?”
I looked around nervously. “Within boundaries,” I added again.
Everyone nodded.
“Okay, here it is,” She breathed in. “Let’s go dance like chickens in the middle of la cancha!”
Dance? Like a chicken? In the middle of a soccer field? While, I don’t know, like 40 people are playing a soccer game?!! I thought. That’s so not cool. But, it’s not going to hurt anyone…
As three of us stepped onto the soccer field, the 4th said “I’ll film it”.
That was the last thing I wanted to hear. The girls and women sitting at the basketball court were going to see, and the people playing soccer.
How much worse could it get?
My mom waved her camera at me from the group of women.
Oh yeah. Facebook.
I swallowed, and we ran- not exactly to the middle- but we ran.
And we did the Chicken dance. Two whole verses.
“I don’t wanna be a chicken! I don’t wanna be a chicken!” she sang.
“Chicken, chicken!” said the Dance Teacher.
“I’m going to die!” I screamed.
And we ran back to the basketball court as fast as we could.
So All May Know,
Madeline Studebaker