My Seventh-Grade Life in Tights
“This time it didn’t look as huge. A little less intimidating.But my stomach still decided to take a nosedive down toward my feet.I tightened my grip around the straps of my duffel bag. My mom put her hand on my back and gave my shoulder a little squeeze.
But Dad? Ever since our conversation he’d been all closed off. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me for back-talking him or what. Every now and then, though, I’d catch him and Mom whispering to each other. And not the gushy my-parents-are-totall...y-in-love type of whispering, either.Inside Dance-Splosion, a big-screen TV had their commercials playing on loop. Dance-Splosion…where real dancers are made. After the third one, Dad let out an uncomfortable-sounding sigh-grumble. “Why can’t I just wait in the van?”Mom smacked his arm and put on a friendly smile for the girl at the front desk. It was a different girl than before. “Hello, we’re here for the scholarship candidates’ audition. Dillon Parker. From Sunnydale. He’s in the top three.”“She’s got it, Mom, thanks,”MoreLess
But Dad? Ever since our conversation he’d been all closed off. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me for back-talking him or what. Every now and then, though, I’d catch him and Mom whispering to each other. And not the gushy my-parents-are-totall...y-in-love type of whispering, either.Inside Dance-Splosion, a big-screen TV had their commercials playing on loop. Dance-Splosion…where real dancers are made. After the third one, Dad let out an uncomfortable-sounding sigh-grumble. “Why can’t I just wait in the van?”Mom smacked his arm and put on a friendly smile for the girl at the front desk. It was a different girl than before. “Hello, we’re here for the scholarship candidates’ audition. Dillon Parker. From Sunnydale. He’s in the top three.”“She’s got it, Mom, thanks,”MoreLess
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