"I… didn’t mean for this to happen. But… you didn’t need to react like that"
It’s ten minutes into practice and she’s late. Not only is she late, but she’s sneaking something in. It’s plastic and colorful, appearing suspiciously like a package of Jelly Bellies. And is that Schmerling’s chocolate I see? It’s my favorite flavor. But never mind. Who gave her permission?
Aviva smiles her sweet smile. “Sorry I’m late.” And she slides into her position as if…. I shoot her one of my looks but she’s twirling along with the beat. And I have no choice but to follow suit.
Suddenly, there are jelly beans all over, chocolate being passed around. And I’m helpless. I have no more strength to fight. I don’t care about this dance, anyway. Who’s going to be there to watch it? No one in the audience will even know me. Ima isn’t coming.
I cried last night. I hadn’t cried in a longtime. It’s so ridiculous for me to care. But I just do.
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