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Show Inside Out, 177 Chapter 37: Andli Terra didn't show up in the dance room at lunch. Of course. She didn't look at me in English. That made me sad, but I didn't know what to do. Denver smiled at me, but it didn't help. It was a cold, gray day outside and even though I had my date with Denver to look forward to, I was tired and sad and really missed Mom. When I was in sixth grade, I had had a crush on Mike Finlayson. He had long-ish brown hair and blue eyes. His desk was diagonal from mine, and he had covered it with stickers of hockey teams. I didn't even know what hockey was before that, but suddenly I started looking in the news for scores and learning the names of teams. There had to be something interesting about hockey if Mike Finlayson loved it so much. He didnt seem to know I was alive. But one day-only a few weeks before Mom's accident-he walked past my desk to sharpen his pencil and dropped a note on my desk. The front just said, "Andli." He didn't look at me at all when he walked back to his desk. My heart was dancing so much that I didn't dare open it until I could make sure no one was watching my face. There were only a few minutes until the end of school, so I saved the note until the bell rang. Then I carried it stuffed in my sleeve, meaning to read it at home, but curiosity wouldn't let me and I cut around behind the shed at the back of the playground to read it to myself. It said: "Hey, pizza face. Leave me alone." |