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at the curb; parents waiting for their children to come out.
    â€œâ€¦â€™cause I was gonna say, I could give you a ride, since you live right next door.”
    â€œThat’s alright. He’s already here,” she said, and took off toward her father’s truck.
    Didn’t say goodbye. Just left me standing there, unaware that I thought she was the finest girl in the entire school.

Chapter 6
    Indigo
    Pushing my way through the crowd, I made it up to where the list was plastered on the wall. My heart pounding, my mind drifting back to Miss Martin’s words, “…tomorrow morning, a list of those who made the cut will be posted outside the cafeteria.” Who would’ve thought that a list, a piece of paper taped to the wall, which held the names of fifteen girls who made the first round of dance team tryouts, would cause so much chaos? The fifteen girls whose names appeared on that list had been handpicked by Miss Martin, who had been the dance team coach for at least ten years. She had delivered an impeccable dance team year after year, one that was considered to be the best in the metro Atlanta area. Making that list meant that she thought you were good enough to come back for a second look; good enough to potentially carry on the school’s legacy. Meant that she thought you were better than the fifteen other girls whose names did not appear on the list.
    As I reached the list, my French-manicured nail scanned the names until I got about three quarters of the way down the page. There it was in bold black letters against white paper, INDIGO SUMMER. The sight of it made me want to dance through the hallway; made me want to jump and shout. Made me want to pull out my cell phone and call Jade right at the moment and tell her the good news, but I knew better than to use my parents’ daytime minutes for anything other than emergencies. I did that before and ended up getting my phone repossessed for a month. It’s hard being cut off from the rest of the world like that. My cell phone was my lifeline. To cut that off would be like cutting off my air circulation.
    I had made the first cut! I closed my eyes for a brief moment and thanked God. He’d obviously heard my prayer the night before and that morning on the bus. He was probably tired of me bugging him. But bugging him paid off, because he came through for me. Again.
    The second name from the top of the list was Tameka Brown’s. She’d made the first cut, too. The problem was, her dance partner Michelle Smith’s name was not on the list.
    Michelle’s eyes were bloodshot as she leaned up against the wall.
    â€œI don’t see how she picked you and not me,” Michelle was saying to Tameka. “We were a team. Did the same moves and everything. I don’t know what happened.”
    â€œI don’t know either,” Tameka told her, looking for words that would console her friend, but she was at a loss for them.
    â€œIt’s not even fair. I can’t stand Miss Martin!” Michelle said and then stormed on down the hall.
    Tameka shrugged as she spotted me.
    â€œCongratulations,” I said.
    â€œSame to you,” she said. “I knew you would make it.”
    I’m glad she was so sure, because I hadn’t been. I’d tossed and turned the entire night before thinking about it. By the time I had finally drifted off, it was almost time to get up, get showered and dressed for school.
    I was more than surprised to see my name on that list. My heart pounded as I thought about the second round. Round two might not be so generous.
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    â€œHeard you made the first cut for the dance team.” Quincy found me at my locker, pulling my world geography book out for my next class. Dressed in blue jeans and a Michael Vick jersey, he smelled so good. News sure did travel fast.
    â€œYeah, the second round is after school today,” I said, slamming my locker shut and pulling my book to