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Show Inside Out, 181 pressure on you to do our papers together. I can see how it might look-well, I guess what I mean is, I just like being with you. It doesn't matter what we do." And then he put his hand right on top of mine, and every electron in my body jumped. "Thanks for meeting me," he finished. He was so gorgeous. When I got home, there was a letter waiting for me from the Utah State Young Writer's Program. "Dear Writer," it said. It was a form letter. We are pleased to announce the following winners of the Utah State Young Writer's Program scholarship. This year, competition was especially fierce and we were thrilled to see how many fine young writers are in our state. We regret that we cannot invite all of the promising young poets and writers who submitted Keep up the good work! And then there was a list of the winners. I was not on the list. But Terra Morales Gates was. I read the list two or three times to make sure. There was a rock in my belly, and I wanted to cry. I had wanted to go so badly. I had wanted to win so badly. Even though I had to admit that I had already suspected she would beat me out, it still hurt. Did Mom know? Could she be near me now, reading the list with me? I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Then I sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Terra, it's me, Andli." |