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Show Inside Out, 51 Chapter 11: Andli At home that night, it was hard to concentrate on my homework. There was this buzzing in my head, like when I had forgotten something important. I would stop and ask myself, "What?" And then I would remember. Some strange guy, possibly dead, was writing to me. Every few minutes I couldn't help stopping and reminding myself. It was just like the time in fifth grade when Maren's cousin Eric had written me a love note after I had gone to a family party with Maren. Even though I hadn't noticed him at all at the party, the thought that he liked me had thrilled me so much that I had whispered his name to myself every few minutes all day long. Now I was doing it again. This . . . thing... that had happened to me was stuck in my head-haunting me, really. You hang like a mist (like a song I can't remember) In the corners of my life, at the edges of my sight. Get a grip, Andli! I shook my head briskly to shake off the distracting thoughts. I had to get busy. After I finished my math, I got out the Young Writers' Academy application. Hmmm. Submit a portfolio consisting of your best work, either 10 pages of prose or 5 pages of poetry. Also submit a one-page statement about yourself as a writer, and your goalsfor thefuture. I felt heavy in my stomach. Prose or poetry? I wished I felt about writing the way I felt about art. Never when I sat down to draw would I feel that lump in my stomach. Art gave me more like a fluttering-a happy |