One boy changed her life.
It was one of those things that you only realise in hindsight, but it was true. Yet, it wasn't really about the boy. He didn't change her life in a romantic 'you are my soul mate' way. They had kissed that night, but that was more like a signature at the end of a deal - the deal that that was the day that her whole life changed.
Before that moment that he came through the crowd and took her hand and led her back onto the dance floor, she had spent years feeling rejected, disliked, as though she were a burden to her friends, self-conscious and unwelcome. But here he was, a practical stranger, she had known him for only a couple of hours and he made her feel more at home than she had ever felt with the people she had been friends with for years.
He changed everything because he taught her that people like him do exist, people like her. People who are welcoming and friendly, people she could feel safe around, people who enjoyed her company.
All it took was one dance and in the three hundred and sixty-five days since, she has not been the same.