| OCR Text |
Show Inside Out, 48 Later, right after journal free-write time, Mrs. 0 dropped the paper over Terra's shoulder. Scrawled at the bottom were the words, "You are a poet, Terra. This is fantastic. I would definitely recommend you send it. What other poems will you be sending? I will look at them for you, if you'd like." Terra kept her head down, but a smile spread through her belly and out to her toes and fingers and scalp. Walking down the hall after class, Terra saw Katy standing by her locker, applying lip gloss in front of her locker mirror. She tried to glance away quickly, but Katy caught her eyes through the mirror. Katy turned with a smile. "Terra! How are you?" Why didn't she give up? Terra didn't slow her pace. "Fine," she said, and then she was past. "See you!" Katy called after her. Terra wondered about Katy. What was her life like now? From where Terra was, it looked like Katy's life was turning out just like all the church magazines and teen-romances said it should. She probably went to school dances and football games, flirted, went out for hamburgers. On Sundays she still gathered with everyone else who knew all the answers, and they all sat and reassured each other. |
