That Father Daughter Dance of Desire

Written by GoDSpiT

Alice Greyson put her pencil down and closed the notebook she had been writing in. The bell ending the final class of the day had finally rung and it was time to head home. Alice put all of her books away in her bag and stood up pulling the strings on the top of the bag closed before pulling the strap around her shoulder. The ten year old girl was about five feet tall. She was one of the smallest girls in her class, but that had been the way that she had always been since she had first stated school so it was something that Alice was used to.

Alice's sandy brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes, which annoyed her sometimes, but she didn't want to cut her hair short as she liked it long. Or perhaps, it was more that her daddy liked it long so she liked it long as well, she really wasn't sure, but didn't reflect upon it often. Alice had a very thin face, which was slightly round despite the thinness to it, her eyes were large and a dark green color with small flecks of black that were noticeable when you looked closely up at them. Because of the thinness of her face she had a rather obvious chin and high cheekbones. Her nose was a small button nose that looked slightly larger because of the shape of her face. Alice was thin, almost nothing but skin and bones though there was some flesh on her body in the right places.

Outside the door of her final fifth grade class was a large poster proclaiming that the father daughter spring dance was coming up in two weeks. Alice wasn't a girl that liked to dance and she had figured that when she told her daddy about it today that he would leave it all up to her on rather or not she wanted to go. Alice was pretty sure that he wouldn't really care either way. So she as usual put such trivial things out of her mind as she headed out to the bus. Alice climbed onto the bus and took one of the front seats. Alice was dressed today in a pleated skirt with alternating colors of blue and white on it and a tee-shirt that hugged her flat chest and stomach. She sat back in the seat and as she did Miranda her best friend walked onto the bus.

Miranda sat down next to Alice and huffed as she said, "Mrs. Walker gave us homework again! I thought it was the weekend!" Alice just shrugged her shoulders. She was used to this from Miranda. The two girls had grown up together on the same street only one house apart from each other. The house between them belonged to two girls that were a few years older than them and already in high school. Alice didn't know the girls or their parents too well, though her daddy did know the parents as well as he knew Miranda's parents.

Miranda had her own fashion styles and sense. She wore baggy pants and shirts that were a few sizes too large for her almost all the time. Her eyes were brown and she had quite a few freckles on her face that went with her light red hair. She often complained that she had been cursed with her dad's freckles and red hair. She wanted her mom's brown hair, but all she got from her mom was her eyes. Miranda because of this was perhaps a little eccentric even for a newly turned eleven year old. She also had small bumps that had recently started to come in on her chest that she was secretly very proud of though the only person she had really told about them was her friend Alice. Because of the way she dressed you couldn't even tell that she had the bumps.

As the bus pulled away Miranda said, "So do you think you're dad will go for the whole father daughter dance thingy?"

Alice looked over at her friend studying Miranda for a second and it occurred to her that Miranda might really want her to go with her. "I dunno. I didn't figure you'd want to go."

Miranda shrugged, "mom wants us to go. She thinks it'll be a good thing for me to do with dad." Miranda had three younger brothers all of whom were more pests than they were anything else. Two were twins and they were the worst of the lot. Often the twins would get into trouble and Miranda would get blamed for not watching them enough and usually she was blamed by her dad. Especially on the weekends which were the only times that he seemed to be home as he worked pretty late hours. ". . so I'm just saying that it'd be nice if you know you thought about it. . .Alice?"

Alice realized that she had been thinking too much about other things and not paying attention to Miranda. She thought for a second recalling the conversation that she had heard but tuned out. "uh well I'll ask my dad." That seemed to satisfy Miranda who sat back in the seat and the two of them didn't talk again for a while. As the climbed off of the bus Alice said, "you'll be over in a few?"

Miranda nodded, "yeah just gotta change clothes and I'll be ready." Miranda was on the same soccer team as Alice and they drove together with Alice's daddy to the practice field every day that they had practice. Both of Miranda's parents worked until late hours, her dad until eight or nine and her mom until six. The boys all went to daycare after school was over because of the fact that their parents weren't home and that their sister wasn't home either having soccer during the fall and spring and softball during the summer.

Alice lived in the only one story house on the street. The house had three bedrooms one of which was used for her dad's office and the other one was his bedroom with hers across the hall. Alice had been about five when she first realized that her family was different than most others. It hadn't occurred to her until they moved to a subdivision where most other kids had two parents that her family was different. Alice had never known a mother and that day when she realized this she asked her daddy, "do I have a mommy?"

That day when she was just five was the day that she learned what had happened. Her mother had never known her either. Alice had been in her mother's womb for only six months and her mother suffered a brain aneurysm that had perhaps been there for a very long time and had finally just popped. Alice had been born through cesarean three months later to a devastated father who upon first seeing her felt his heart give life again for the first time in months. Alice had been her daddy's life from the moment she had been born. The young girl though hadn't been stifled or kept fully safe by an overly paranoid parent. Instead her dad had reveled in her desire for freedom and been amazed in her ability for affection and also her wonderful personality. He had decided to show her the world and though she wasn't aware of it yet, one day Alice would be truly grateful to her daddy for that.

The ten year old girl walked into the house and as she did she said, "daddy I'm home." Her daddy came out of the back area of the house dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt looking as always very handsome. Her daddy was in his early thirties now, though he didn't exactly resemble that age. He had a full head of wavy dark brown hair and round brown eyes. His face was rounder and fuller than Alice's but had the same nose. He was tall, almost six and a half feet in height.

He smiled showing straight white teeth and said, "how was your day?" Alice shrugged and leaned in for a hug as her dad hugged her back he said, "really like that huh?"

Alice stepped back, "it was okay daddy, really it was. I gotta change for soccer." Her dad nodded and she walked past him towards her bedroom. Her bedroom was done in blue walls with some posters of soccer and baseball stars. Alice closed the door and dropped her book bag on her desk before pulling her shirt up over her head. The young girl walked towards her closet where her soccer outfit was and pulled it out. She undid the zipper on hr skirt and let it drop before sitting down on the edge of her bed and undoing her shoes. She pulled them off as well before pulling on the shorts and shirt of her soccer outfit. She pulled on her soccer shoes and stood again heading out of the bedroom.

Her daddy was back in his office working on the computer. Most of her daddy's job was done at home, though he did have to go into the office at least once or twice a week. He was a network programmer for a large company of some kind. He didn't really talk about it and Alice didn't really care about it as long as it meant that he got to spend a lot of time with her and that was truly how both of them felt. As she walked in he stood and said, "You ready to go?" She nodded and a few seconds later they were in the car with Miranda heading towards the soccer field. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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