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Show Inside Out, 95 Don't freak I didn't read this. I just wanted to say hi. And that I really liked your poem. -Denver I was staring so hard at the paper that I forgot to breathe. Then I had to sort ofl gasp for air and I gagged and launched into a huge coughing fit. Terra stared at me and snorted. Denver turned around and grinned at me, and then turned back. Half of me was jumping around the room and singing. Wahoo! The other half was in a desperate and mad panic. Yikes! What had he read? What had he read? I started flipping through the pages. Had I written about him in here? Or about Joseph and Terra? I didn't think I had. I had always tried to keep my journal writing from being anything that could get me into trouble. I knew that Mrs. Ottley had promised not to read them, but she kept them in a box on the shelf in the corner and I had known from the beginning that there were no guarantees that other kids wouldn't get them. Still, I had to read everything again to make sure. I heard a throat clear behind me. "Andli, could you get busy writing, please?" said Mrs. Ottley. I turned to a new page and started writing. At least I had something else to think about than the way I had totally screwed up with Terra. After school, I went to the school media center to talk to the librarian about ideas for my history project. And there, across the center in the fiction section, was Denver. His back was to me, but I knew that back, that warm brown hair, anywhere. |
