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Show Fair Forever 18 After Algebra, I walk to the cafeteria, taking my time. The food line is long and the tables are crowded. Loud, laughing groups congeal in scattered clumps-like the food. I decide I'm not really hungry and sit in the back, opening my math homework. I'm surprised when someone places their tray on the table across from me. "Hi, Bradley. How are you feeling?" someone asks, and I look up. It's Katie Lindstrom and she's smiling. It's a friendly smile and sincere. I've learned to tell by looking at the eyes, and Katie's eyes are warm, penetrating. "Mind if we join you?" she asks. She's accompanied by another blond and both are wearing cheerleading outfits. I'm surprised by their company but I motion for them to take a seat. "I'm feeling great," I answer, trying to sound convincing. But it's a lame answer, and obviously a lie since I'm sitting alone, studying, instead of eating lunch with a bunch of friends. What I really want to say is, "I'm feeling like a kid who doesn't want to be here." But I keep the truth to myself. I wonder if Katie has learned that trick about people's eyes. I struggle to keep myself from touching my scar. "Want some fries?" she asks, pushing over her tray. I take a French fry-a small one. "Is there a game today?" I ask, pointing to Katie's cheerleading uniform. "Spirit Week," she explains, like everyone should know. Her friend stares at me like I'm clueless. I nod. "Nice play-acting in Algebra One," I say. Katie blushes. "1 wasn't acting. Seriously, I don't get algebra. All those JCS and ys. Martinez is right. What's wrong with adding blocks until the board balances?" |