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of the talent show. The
last thing I want to deal with is everyone’s eyes on me. After all, they stood
up and clapped. It’s the most attention any of them have given me since
starting school freshman year. I start walking towards the back entrance that
connects to the farthest parking lot. Against my better judgment, something
stops me and I turn back around heading towards the auditorium. 
    I quietly shut the door behind me not to interrupt the act
that is on the stage performing. I instantly regret coming back in here as I
make my way slowly down the aisle trying to blend in to the darkness as much as
possible. Violet must have been waiting for me to come in. She waves me down to
where she is seated. Although I love her, she is way too overzealous when it
comes to things that embarrass me.
    I can’t just ignore her, so I close the gap between us in
hopes of stopping her flailing arms. She sat in the middle aisle which means I
will have no option but to walk right past Graham and his army of followers.
    “Kennedy, you did amazing. See, it wasn’t that bad,” Violet
says loudly catching everyone’s attention which is exactly what I’m trying to
avoid by my original plan to sit in the back unnoticed.
    “Thank you, but you don’t need to shout,” I force a smile at
her as I slouch down in the worn out fabric covered seat.
    I don’t know why I do it. Something against my own will has
me to look back over to where Graham is sitting. He is pulling his hand away
from Amanda’s grasp. A part of me desperately wants him to notice me. He never
did bother to turn towards me. I’m still going unnoticed. I’m not even sure why
I care.
    The rest of the talent show doesn’t last much longer,
thankfully. I’m ready to get out of here before anyone says anything to me.
    “You want to go to Craig’s with me tonight? Please, please,
please,” Violet begs elbowing me in the side to grab my attention as I make my
way up the aisle. I hate when she puts me on the spot like this.
    Amanda is directly behind us and overhears Violet’s question
as we are making small steps to getting out of the crowded auditorium.
“Kennedy’s not going to Craig’s. Why do you even bother asking? We all know
it’s not her scene,” she snarls in my direction. Her voice is sharp as if she
can’t be bothered with the idea of me showing up at someplace she intends on
being. “Just because you can dance like a stripper doesn’t mean you’ll gain the
attention of the guys around here.”
    It works for he r. I don’t have the audacity to say
that out loud, but it’s a thrilling thought.
    Graham slides past us trying to get to his friends when he
stops dead in his tracks causing me to nearly collide into his back. He turns
to face the three of us. I suck in my breath in surprise practically bouncing
backwards to put some distance between us.
    “If they danced like you then I’d be spending my weekends at
the strip clubs,” Graham winks at me (Again!) then turns to catch up with his
friends. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. Amanda groans under her
breath in irritation at her boyfriend’s comment.
    I look over at Amanda wanting to say something, to stand up
for myself. I choose not to. Graham handled it for me. She is right about me
not fitting in with the rest of them. Drunk and stoned teenagers aren’t and
will never be my scene. I am proud of that. I have nothing against people who
think it is the only way to spend a Saturday night. It’s just not something
that has ever intrigued me and Violet knows that. It doesn’t stop her from
asking me every weekend. The answer is always the same.
    “Don’t listen to her. She’s a bitch and you don’t dance like
a stripper. As for Graham’s comment, holy shit ,” Violet squeals linking
her arm through mine as we walk the rest of the way to our cars in the parking
lot. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
    “Just be safe tonight and call me if you need a ride,” I
remind her. I