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Show Inside Out, 205 Dad looked closely at me for a minute. Then he said, "You've always been honest with me, Andli. I don't have any reason to doubt you. Do you want me to drive you?" I shook my head, suddenly wanting to cry. "Go quickly and come back quickly," he said. "Thanks, Dad." I hurriedly kissed him on the cheek, then went to grab my coat. It was cold out and I could see my breath. As I wheeled my bike out of the garage I thought about what I was going to say to Terra. I would apologize, of course. She might not listen. I probably wouldn't listen if I were in her place. I had acted flaky, shallow, inconsiderate. Why should she forgive me? I wanted to say, "It's not like me to act this way." But, obviously, it was. That realization brought a wave of shame and disgust that nearly choked me. Of course I was like that. I was all of those things. I thought about how I had treated Leslie. Then I thought about Mom. Had she seen all this? What would she think of me? I was a disgusting person. I felt like throwing up. I pedaled harder. I had to convince Terra to forgive me. It was the only way I could prove to her-no, to Mom-no, to myself-that I could be better. I wondered what it was she had been wanting to say to me after school. Was it about the party? I was shivering as I pulled into the Dairy Keen parking lot. The place was lit and open but looked deserted. There was one car parked in the back where I put my bike. I walked into the store and didn't see anyone at the tables or behind the counter. "Hello?" I called. |