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Savannah
January 8, 2007
The whispers about the ski trip were everywhere on that first day back. Luckily, I only had my last class of the day with Shelly. So, I didn’t have to face her until Spanish.
She had a smirk on her face as I stepped into the classroom. She must have known that I’d heard and was waiting for my reaction. My seat in the front row was unoccupied, but she’d taken the seat behind me. I could have chosen a different seat, but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
I dropped my bag and plopped down, immediately swiveling in my seat. I plastered a smile on my face. “How was break, Shelly?”
“Amazing actually.” She arched an eyebrow.
“That’s so good to hear. Mine ended up being incredible. Blessing in disguise that you ended up having to cancel the ski trip.”
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