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Show in my father's house/ 244 I sat erect in my seat and the flush left my face. I felt my head clear, and when Sally pointed, giggling behind her hand, I stared coldly back at her. You can't hurt me, I told her mentally. In a few weeks I'll be gone from here, and I'll never have to look at you again. The thought of leaving sent a little sting through my chest, and excitement stirred my stomach. Involuntarily, I turned and looked at Michael. He, at least, was honest. He hurt openly - and understandably. But people like Sally, who had so much, whose families were the backbone of the town - why did they hurt? I smiled brilliantly at Michael and he kicked the back of my chair. But as I turned to face the teacher, he winked. |