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Show -30- Peppermint Monday even less now. I couldn't help wondering what she would do for her talent when she got nominated. She took dance lessons in Springfield because no teacher around here knew enough to suit her or her mother, but she could sing too. She sang a lot at school assemblies. Her voice was high, too high I sometimes thought, but her voice shook when she sang which meant she'd had training. The bell rang, signalling the end of the noon hour. I stuffed the rest of my meatloaf sandwich back in the paper bag and tossed it into a trash can. Just once I wanted ham and swiss cheese and soda pop for lunch. Either that or a twinkie, but certainly not meatloaf on Monday. I have English right after lunch, and then P.E. I'm good in P.E., except that Mrs. Richards doesn't like me much after punching Renae in class. I'm still on the freshman girls* volleyball team, but that's just because I'm pretty good, and tall enough to really spike well. Also I think it helps when your pa's a teacher. Pa knows I'm good at volleyball. He would fight Mrs. Richards if she kept me off the team just because Renae is her pet and I'm not. I'm not anybody^ pet; even my own pa's. He likes Elizabeth Howell because she knows a lot about pre-historic stuff and she asks a lot of questions. English is a different story entirely. I detest diagraming sentences, and I'm the absolute worse composition writer in Ozark County. But I know how to debate. Normally, in most high schools that wouldn't matter. But our school is too small for a seperate drama department, so the English classes have to include some of it. I've never been to a speech meet yet, but Mr. Sonders says I'm ready and can go with the debate team next month. I guess I'm good at debate from listening to Jason and pa argue. There is |
