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Show -29- Peppermint Monday really old enough to wear make-up yet, or old enough to wear it right even if you dared wear it. It's also in this stage, that braces are most frequently worn, which is my case. Although Renae is a few months younger than I am, she's already graduated from the awkwardness,.if she ever had it. Renae finished her sandwich and sipped at her soda pop. I'll bet her sandwich wasn't meatloaf either. It was probably ham and swiss cheese on buttered rye bread. "I don't know why anybody would even want to try out against Marcy. I'm sure she'll win." "Do you really think so?" Andrea sounded doubtful. "I think she walks funny. Judges notice things like that." I didn't bother to explain to Andrea that Marcy's walk was a perfected art. All the senior girls tried to imitate her, but she the champion. "But she's pretty, and look how talented she is." Marcy held a state gymnastics record for high points. She used to call me over to her yard in the summers and try and teach me some routines. I never quite get the hang of it though. If I was ever in a talent contest, I'd have to play the saxophone. Pa says it's the greatest wind instrument, but it's not near as showy as gymnastics. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But she still walks funny." Renae and her shadows walked by us as they left the lunch room. She was giggling and talking extra loud, so I figured some boys worthy of her attention were around. She smiled at Andrea and ignored me. She always smiled at Andrea because she was Matt's sister. She still hadn't got over my attack during P.E. class, so I never got a smile. Not that I wanted one from her. I hadn't liked her before she made fun of Russ, and I liked her |