When Casey stepped inside the cool basement of Grace Episcopal Church that evening, the first thing she noticed was the bright-yellow upright piano by the stage. The second thing she noticed was the small group of teenagers standing around it. They were laughing at something the petite woman at the piano was saying.
Casey’s heart sank. She had hoped she’d be the first to arrive. She hated, absolutely hated, walking into a group of people who had already established friendships. It happened to her when she’d moved to West Hartford. It happened to her at Woodfield High. And now it was happening again.
But she had no other choice. Even if she stayed by the door, they would notice her eventually. She walked slowly toward them, her heart pounding.
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