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Show The long corridor of the gymnasium, filled on either side with metal lockers, felt cool and refreshing. On the basketball court, Kim placed both hands on her hips and threw back her head. With her blond hair reaching almost to her waist, she stared in awe at the interior of the immense gym. It was even more beautiful than she had imagined from the pictures in the brochure. "The floor," Mr. Prenzlow raised his voice with some pride, "was built on springs designed especially for basketball." As Mr. Prenzlow spoke, Kim stepped off to the side of the group, partly because the odor of lavishly applied perfume was making her nose run, and partly because she wanted to get a better look at the floor. It was smooth and shiny, as if a sheet of ice covered the hardwood surface; not at all like the gym at the high school with rough uneven floor boards where she would have played as a freshman this year. Through the gleaming shower stalls and equipment rooms, through the corridor to the outside basketball courts, Kim followed Mr. Prenzlow. She was hot and tired and relieved when the tour was finally over and the headmaster began leading the group back across the field to the Residence 19 |
