![]() ![]() You’re nicer to him when you’re in front of teachers. Is that how other people saw me? Like I was this hypocritical fake or something? Or was that just Ximena being her typical snarky self? ![]() I could see out the hallway window that the snow really was coming down hard now, and a part of me just wanted to run outside and ice-skate away. ![]() It felt like I’d just gotten slapped in the face. Because I could feel my cheeks burning, like they were on fire. I pretended to drink at the water fountain, but what I really needed to gulp down was air. Ximena and Summer ran up the stairs to help her, but I turned around and walked out to the hallway. She looked like a little snowman as she walked down the stairs carrying four ridiculously full tote bags. “So sorry I’m late, so sorry I’m late!” she announced breathlessly, covered in snow. Atanabi burst into the performance space through the double doors in the back of the auditorium. “It’s been noticed.”īefore I could answer-not that I even knew what I would have answered-Mrs. “You know, you’re nicer to him when you’re in front of teachers,” she said very seriously. She was looking at me with a knowing smile. “I don’t think I would have called him a freak,” I said quietly. “See? You’re being a saint even now,” said Ximena. Tushman hadn’t asked her to be a welcome buddy.” “And I don’t think Charlotte would have called him that, even if Mr. “I’m not a saint,” Summer answered quickly. ![]()
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