Janice Coraopolis asked Hercules the Lesser to the dance one day when she caught him coming out of Miss Kravitz classroom. There was no warning. No time to prepare. She just walked up to Hercules the Lesser and asked if he wanted to go with her to the dance.
Hercules the Lesser had never been to a school dance. He surely wouldn’t be going if the responsibility of the invite was on the girl. Most of the girls didn’t even notice him.
The Sadie Hawkins Dance was not a dance where a boy could go stag – not that he would have gone anyway.
The thought did cross Booger Wilson’s mind. He would later admit to being absolutely surprised when Maryellen Chittenburgen asked him to take her to the dance. Maryellen wasn’t the school dance type, but she couldn’t resist the idea of shocking her friends and annoying her parents when she showed up with Booger Wilson.
Hercules the Greater was asked by just about every girl in class.
The Sadie Hawkins Dance was always a big event. From the time the students entered the seventh grade at General John G. Pershing Elementary School – they began to think of their own Sadie Hawkins Dance, but first they had to create one sent down to them by the graduating class.
The seventh graders always hosted the eighth graders dance and each year the dances got better – but the music didn’t.
Janice Coraopolis was the girl that everyone liked She was pretty, which is more important to some people than to others. She was intelligent, which was more important other people than it is to others. She was unceasingly kind which is important to just about everyone.
She was authentic as Louise would say. Her kindness seemed to have no agenda. It just was. She wasn’t the most popular girl at General John G. Pershing Elementary School, but she was easily the most well-liked by those who knew her.
Her parents ran the Sweet Stop – a candy store near the train station. The irony of their choices wasn’t lost on anyone.
Janice was on her own path – with little to distract her – until that first tug on her heart.
Janice Coraopolis couldn’t understand the tug at her heart what she saw Hercules the Lesser in the hall or when she saw him sitting alone on the steps of the school.
She didn’t tell anyone – not even Becky Showalter – but she found herself thinking about Hercules the Lesser pretty much all the time.
She asked around to see if anyone could tell her anything about him, but she soon learned that no one was even really aware of him – let alone knew anything about him.
He was a 12-year-old enigma.
It didn’t take long for things get back to normal for the folks at General John G. Pershing Elementary School. Hercules the Lesser reclaimed his place in the background and blending in with the lockers. He continued to spend his free time in the music room staring at the keys in a perfectly polished piano.
Hercules the Greater was back at basketball practice in making the grand entrances into every classroom on his schedule. His was a charmed existence and he soon realized he didn’t even really care about it.
The only actual difference now – and no one was really aware of it – was Janice Coraopolis begin to make it her business to be acutely aware of where Hercules the Lesser was and what he was doing.
Hercules the Lesser was anxious because he was afraid his recent brush with popularity might force him to be social when he returned to school. He may have to sit with other kids when he ate lunch. He may have to learn to kick a ball or shoot a basket. He wasn’t sure what to expect.
He figured he could ask Booger Wilson for guidance during this stressful time.
Secretly Hercules the Lesser was excited about what his shift in popularity meant to Janice Coraopolis. If she – finally – noticed Hercules the Lesser – it would all be worth it.