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Show Inside Out, 136 Chapter 29: Andli I spent more time than usual on Monday morning deciding what to wear. Because today Denver would look at me. I finally decided on jeans and a black shirt that showed off my waist that had gotten longer from the yoga. My face was rosy and soft. I said a silent prayer of gratitude for the dermatologist. On the way to school I did put in a little time thinking about Joseph and Terra. He wanted me to "be her friend." How could that possibly be important? It wasn't like I had the power to change her life, to make everything all better after her brother died. And what kind of friendship is it if I'm just doing it to get him off my back and to find out what he had to say about my mom? How could that be real friendship? Of course she would see through it. And how would I know when I had reached the goal of "friendship"? Was she supposed to open up and spill her soul to me? Would that help things any? I tried to think about what a brother would want for his little sister if he was dead and she was all screwed up. It didn't seem so weird that he would want her to have a good friend. But why me? It didn't seem like I was all that great of a person to be anyone's friend. Certainly I didn't have any social power that would help her. I smiled to myself at that thought. Because who could think about social power without thinking about Denver Bingham? Denver was not a student-body officer or on the basketball team or anything, really. But everyone knew that he was Somebody. He was like a magnet. All the kids who were in office, all of the cheerleaders, everyone who was beautiful-everyone |