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Mike doesn't try to sit with Bella anymore. She only had to get up and walk away twice. Now he sits with some other friends in another corner of the cafeteria and doesn't bother her. She can sit with Angela and Angela's boyfriend and Jessica and Jessica's current boyfriend and sometimes Eric and sometimes Lauren.
"So," Jessica says. "Bella, did you know Delaney came to school in a dress?"
"Oh?" Bella says. "I wonder if he made it himself."
Jessica looks rather stunned that Bella could miss the point by so wide a margin.
[You came to school in a dress, huh?] Bella inquires.
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[Although I wonder if I should take up an instrument just to be really well-rounded. I could claim I bought it when I was fourteen and never practiced when whichever parent was home out of politeness; I think that one I'll need more backstory than "turns out I'm naturally talented". What do you think, flute? Those are easy to hide.]
"Cool," Bella says. "So I'll just stick around I guess." She scoops up the ball onto her toe and starts kneeing it back and forth, left and right.
"Cool," Bella says. "So I'll just stick around I guess." She scoops up the ball onto her toe and starts kneeing it back and forth, left and right.
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Alice parks himself on a bench, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. [Flute sounds cool. Mmm, or clarinet. Clarinets are sexy.]
"Do us all a favour and sit like a girl, Wonderland," says Ms. Finch. "No one here wants to see up that skirt."
Laughing, he crosses his legs. "Better?"
"Much."
"Do us all a favour and sit like a girl, Wonderland," says Ms. Finch. "No one here wants to see up that skirt."
Laughing, he crosses his legs. "Better?"
"Much."
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[I'm going to make it flute. Not a big clarinet fan.] "If he tries out for soccer, which team would you put him on?" Bella teases aloud.
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"You couldn't pay me to put that kid on a team of any kind," says Ms. Finch. Alice beams, flattered.
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Bella laughs.
She's been laughing a lot in recent weeks. She likes this. "What do we do in tryouts?" she inquires.
She's been laughing a lot in recent weeks. She likes this. "What do we do in tryouts?" she inquires.
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Bella does, when everyone else there to try out arrives, and again shows off (within believable talented-highschooler range; she'll save major ridiculousness for when scouts swing by, if they ever do).
Afterwards, she calls her dad - who is confused about why she didn't call an hour earlier - and goes home to add to all her applications that she plays flute and soccer. Then she submits them all, and conjures a flute and pentagons ability to operate it - and amuses herself playing it all the rest of the afternoon.
Afterwards, she calls her dad - who is confused about why she didn't call an hour earlier - and goes home to add to all her applications that she plays flute and soccer. Then she submits them all, and conjures a flute and pentagons ability to operate it - and amuses herself playing it all the rest of the afternoon.
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