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Show Inside Out, 33 His eyes were like chocolate. Denver wouldn't send me a creepy e-mail. Who would? I looked around the room. Everyone was really still a stranger. I didn't feel like anyone disliked me-more like they hadn't realized I even existed. There was Terra, of course, who always looked at me like I was trash. But she probably looked that way at everyone-at least everyone in this class. I didn't think it was personal. There were Toby and Sadie, part of the popular crowd. Jane, who seemed really interesting but was really quiet. Her name started with J, but I just couldn't picture her getting thrills off of pranking me. This class and Art were the only ones in which I had even been able to pick up names, really. In Art there were Tonya and Hillary and Chelsea and Brynn. Nice girls that I was just starting to feel comfortable enough with to dare to sit down at their table at lunch once in awhile. That was it. No one else in this school would even know my name, probably. Truly, there was no one at school who would play an e-mail prank on me. I was sure of it. I spent some time thinking again about the kids I had left behind in Park City. The closest thing I had ever had to an enemy there was Sariah Beuler who, in fourth grade, had challenged me to meet her behind the school to fight. I showed up but I managed to avoid fighting because at the time I had a cast on my arm from falling off the jungle gym, and I told Sariah I couldn't be responsible for the damage the hard cast might do to her |
