one from Young Oaks. Anywhere you like.â
After Dillon had signed, and his mom had picked him up, Miss Loupe once again entered the Taped Space and addressed the class. âBefore we get back to our science lesson, I have an announcement.â She flushed pink to her ears. âI ⦠well, Iâm a finalist for an arts grant to teach improvisational theater! I just found out yesterday!â
She looked so pleased that half the class broke into applause, even though they werenât quite sure what this meant for Room 208.
âWhatâs improvisational theater?â asked Melissa.
âItâs what weâve been doing every afternoon,â said Miss Loupe. She grinned. âYou know, when I put my weird slippers on. Some people call it âimprovâ for short. You could say it was just games, scenes, and making up things as you go along. That would be true.â
Miss Loupe stepped closer to her class. âBut you could also say that itâs about counting on one another. Counting on one another to say âYes, and â¦â Counting on one another to see cracks as doors. Counting on one another to turn battles into stories.â
âI donât get it,â said Allison.
âThatâs okay,â said Miss Loupe. âI donât know everything yet either.â She turned and wrote another saying on the chalkboard:
One does not discover new lands
without consenting to lose sight of the shoreâ¦.
â André Gide
âWhat does âconsentâ mean?â asked Aimee.
âTo say yes,â said Miss Loupe. âDillon, for example, is definitely consenting to discover new lands.â She spread out her arms as wide as on the first day of class. âWhen we do improv, so can we.â
Her voice and energy flooded the room. Bo wondered how he had ever thought she was tiny.
Miss Loupeâs words tumbled out faster. âIn order to receive the money, I have to prove that the project Iâm proposing will be â¦â She grabbed a piece of paper off her desk and read from it. ââ⦠an innovative approach to youth arts education, specific to the needs of an underserved environment, and a significant contribution to the community as a whole.ââ She put the paper down and took a deep breath. âWhat that means is: I want to start a youth improv troupe at Young Oaks and run a free theater camp here in Reform. And I need your help.â
Boâs stomach flipped in a loop the loop. Cool. Theater camp. He had a flash of himself getting a starring role. Something good that people would remember.
âIâll tell you a secret,â Miss Loupe continued. âWhen I was here in Reform in the sixth grade, I hated being here. I thoughtthere was nothing to do. I didnât know I would find theater. I didnât know I would become a teacher. I was miserable.â She looked around her class. âI want those of you who will love theater all your life to find out sooner than I did. And I want this school to succeed.
âSo Iâll be leading theater activities here in Room 208. I want all of you to be involved. And if that goes well, and the grant money is approved, I hope you all will discover new lands with me at theater camp next summer.â
She patted the couch. âIâd like to call our improv troupe the Ugly Couch Players. If you consent, of course.â She smiled and looked invitingly at the class.
But Bo had stopped listening.
Next summer?
Next summer?
His dad was getting an assignment at the end of the school year. Bo was going to be gone next summer.
He felt himself fall into a steep, engineless dive.
His name might get written under the couch when he left, like Dillon. But no matter what Miss Loupe said, no matter what he did this year, it would all disappear. He would soon be on the outside, of Reform, of Young Oaks, of everything. Heâd always known it; it was all heâd