Since I’m sick and tired of wallowing, I’m just diving in without looking back at what I can’t have
You know what’s super not fun? Watching your friends and classmates dance around your sewing table while your ankle throbs, and your heart beats so fast you’re surprised people can’t hear it over the music.
I watch Atara explain how to do a dribble-dribble-throw move. It’s perfect, but as I watch them start from the beginning, I feel like something’s missing.
“How about a Scottish step dance?” I call out as I thread the bobbin.
Atara holds up a hand, the group of sweaty high schoolers drop to the floor, untucking shirts and guzzling water bottles as they laugh and schmooze.
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