I’m ready to hear what Shayna has to say, but also really not in the mood for a lengthy devar Torah
I
enter the building that I know better than my school and look around. The lights, the air, the mirrors. I take a step forward, my boot thumping on the ground. There’s a class going on, I hear the faint strums of music and my heart starts to pound.
It’s a basic physical need, like eating or sleeping. I need to dance. My limbs know exactly what to do in response to the classical tune; I can feel the steps building up inside, but no, I promised Ma I wouldn’t.
I step right up to the mirrored wall.
The girl looking back at me is nice-looking. Large brown eyes, thick, straight brown hair, pale freckled skin with high cheekbones, great outfit.
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