Jeff was leaning down to kiss me, Sylvia had screamed, scaring me half to death! ”Who is that? Who is that?” Sylvia was literally clawing her way towards us through the crowd. Apparently she had figured out what was going on…but she still didn’t know who I was.
From the stage, Debra and Donna were pointing down at us and screaming, “There she is! There she is!”
“I think I’d better go.” I disentangled myself from Jeff and ran through the crowd to the gym’s side door, where my Latin teacher, Mrs. Armor, was standing with a group of her devoted students. I paused among my classmates to carefully twist off the amazing shoes—I didn’t want anything to happen to them, or to my ankles as I ran. “Veni, Vidi, Redii Domum,” I joked as I backed out the door. They all laughed at my appropriate use of the Latin Club motto, I came, I saw, I went back home, and latched the door shut behind me.
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