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Show Inside Out, 137 wanted to be around Denver. Because he had something about him, some charisma, that just made you want to be part of his group. He was magic. And he had called me. Probably he had a cd in his backpack for me, right now. At lunch I went to the dance room to do yoga again, just to calm myself down before I saw Denver. Terra was there, already stretching. I said, "Hi. Is it OK if I come in too?" She said, "This was your place first. I should be asking you." I laughed. She actually seemed sort of normal. But it was strange how familiar the feeling was of trying to get someone to like me. It was just like Denver all over again. I was worried about saying the wrong thing. So I didn't say anything. I took off my socks and shoes and went right into some sun salutations. After a few minutes, when I was hanging in down-dog, Terra said, "So, what do you think of Mrs. Ottley?" I frantically tried to think of what to say. Did she like Mrs. Ottley? Maybe she did-I had seen her talking to Mrs. O about the Academy. But it seemed like she probably didn't. I had seen her smirk or grimace too many times. But would she believe me if I said I didn't like her? Probably not. It was probably way too obvious in class that I thought she was the best teacher I had ever had. It would be stupid to lie to Terra when she could see right through me. |