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Show over cypress trees near the cemetery. Miss Hawkins must have been an outdoorsy type who didn't notice the change in temperature nor the chilly wind which was blowing her blond hair wildly. It wasn't that she was so worried about how her hair looked. She'd be pinning it up as soon as she got to the Academy. It was her muscles she worried about. They were getting cold and stiff from the wind, and Mr. Flugman always said it was important to keep your muscles warm before, dancing. She had to dance her best for the ballet teacher. Right off it would be important to make a good impression. Mr. Flugman had said that said that small parts would be coming up for the Nutcracker and other ballets and if the ballet teacher was impressed with her, she'd likely recommend her for a part. Kim tried scrunching down in the seat to avoid the wind, then she slid to the right, directly in back of Miss Hawkins, attempting to use the counselor as a wind block. But nothing worked. For several minutes, Kim thought to herself, I should just say, 'Miss Hawkins, it's kinda cold back here. Could you please close your window?' Just then, Isabel sat up on the edge of her seat and tapped Miss Hawkins on the shoulder. Without hesitating, Isabel asked, in an English kind of 25 |