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Poetry in Motion
The first day back to school after a long break is usually excruciating, but this Monday seemed to stretch on for weeks. By the time I got to drama class, the last period of the day, I felt like I’d already been in school long enough to have reached graduation.
Fionna was not in any of my other classes, and when the bell rang for seventh period, and she hadn’t joined us, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was so glad that she wouldn’t be in any of my classes other than art. The thought that she might have to change her schedule, like Ben had had to, came to mind, but I had to force it away for my own sanity’s sake. I could make it through one class a day with her, especially since she sat behind me, but any more than that, I might not be able to handle.
Brice sat next to me, as usual. Starla was across the room. While Ms. Piper gave
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