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Show Inside Out, 65 Dad had said he had gotten the computer from a lady "only a few blocks away." It only made sense that the house the computer came from would be in my school boundaries. But still it was so strange. That I had just seen Terra at the doctor's office. That Terra was so, well, grumpy all the time. Could this be part of a prank that Terra was playing on me? No, if Terra was playing a prank, why would she put her own name in the e-mail? It seemed-it really seemed like it had to be true. In which case, how in the world was I supposed to "check on her"? Did Joseph even remember what it's like to be in high school? Because there was no way in the universe that Terra Gates would ever let me "be her friend." This was the girl who wrinkled her nose like she smelled something on the bottom of her shoe every time I squeezed past her. She was a stoner. Or at least she hung out with the stoners. And she was exactly the kind of person Dad had always been warning me not to get involved with. There was no way I could do what Joseph wanted. Of course, at school that day I paid more attention to Terra Gates. I walked into school by a different door, the back door that the stoners always used after their smokes, so that I could maybe catch sight of her. She was there with the others, all right. Not smoking, but there. I watched her in English. There was really nothing interesting to notice about that. She wrote in her journal a lot during journal time, but otherwise didn't participate much. I looked for her at lunch but she wasn't there. Between classes, I walked down through the hall of sophomore lockers to see if I could see her. She was there with her gang. |