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Show CHAPTER THREE Five thirty. Almost dinnertime. In the privacy of her room Kim lay on the bottom bunk gazing at the dull, grey walls, wishing she were on another planet. The twirling dizziness she'd had at the Academy had settled into a heavy, depressed feeling, as if her insides had been vacuumed packed. In one brief hour her entire world had collapsed. Now, all of a sudden, she didn't belong anyplace. Not at the Academy, not in Gridley Falls, not even at Miss Putnam's. There was really no reason for her to be at the school now that she wasn't dancing. And she couldn't go back to Gridley Falls. Everyone was expecting such great things of her in California. There was no way was she about to go back and tell them she'd disgraced them. Being told that she wasn't good enough to take advanced ballet when she'd been slaving on a barre for five years was not exactly an ego puffer. Miss Trion had the most ignorant way of making her feel like a fat lady at the beach. And what was she going to tell her mother? She couldn't tell her that she wasn't any good, not after all the money 38 |