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If I thought too long about the amount of money I’d just spent, I’d probably barf out the carSo I didn’t think about it
And I wasn’t naive enough to i better clothes would make the kids at Oak Park like me better—it was too damn late for that, thanks to the Princes—buttoI ever went to any social events where students weren’t required to wear the school uniform anyway
I waved to Maggie and another girl whose nah the co up toout on the bed and started hanging it all up in the closet I saved the best for last, and when I picked up the black leotard and ballet slippers, my heart squeezed so hard it almost hurt
Running ratitude for randparents
These purchases hadn’t been cheap either, but unlike the cute, trendy outfits I’d bought, I knew the exact value of these—and they orth every fucking penny My old leotard was stretched and worn, the shoes battered beyond repair So when I’d seen a specialty dance store nestled a the other fancy boutiques in Roseland, I’d pulled Leah inside like a woman on a mission
I traced the outline of one of the slippers withtio I was sure it would take a lot of hard training to get back there
Buttoward it
The rest of the weekend passed way too quickly I spentup on the massive a in my ballet slippers—a process that non-dancers were usually surprised to learn was so violent
I felt reasonably sure that I’d gotten theood shape by the tiood—I had a plan for them
My second week started off just as bad as otten they hated hter and taunts continued,every day feel like a war
Like true generals, I noticed they didn’t often carry out the attacks the that to lesser peons—probably in case they ever got busted
Soht outside , which especially sucked because I’d sort of thought those of us relegated to the Wastelands would stick together Maggie told me the dorms were actually really easy to sneak into, but it still made me look at everyone in Prentice Hall with a suspicion I hadn’t felt before
But despite classes kickingout of her way to be a bitch to me after our run-in in Roseland, I kept a little fla my shoes with me in my backpack every day
On Friday, I finally worked up the nerve to approach my PE teacher in sixth period
“Hey, Mr Bowen Can I talk to you for a second?”