want to storm
the princeâs castle.
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But Iâve already burned
that drawbridge.
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Serendipity leaps from nowhere and lands
on the open pages of Love Songs
pressing claw marks into the paper.
I gasp and push her away       No!
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She looks surprised and scared
and I suddenly remember . . .
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Tomorrow is my only day left
to woo the prince
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and heâs locked up in his room.
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It occurs to me as Iâm walking
lonely to school . . .
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if Dad doesnât fall in love by tonightâ
by tomorrow morning
Serendipity will be on her way
to the shelter.
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That was the deal.
Well, Dad didnât know about
the falling in love part
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but as far as heâs concerned
today is my last chance
to find her
a home somewhere else.
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I am past panicking about losing her
and starting to realize
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I could be responsible for
letting her end up
at the shelter.
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She might die because
I brushed off a phone call.
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And it will be my turn
to cry nonstop.
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Miss Conglin announces a special treat.
We will watch a DVD this afternoonâ
our production of Peter Pan .
Sheâs brought popcorn
and pillows for us to sit upon
on the floor.
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This day just keeps getting worse.
Serendipity is in peril
and now Iâll have to sit through
that whole painful performance.
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Iâm moaning to Taylor at recess
and Kelli hears me.
She swishes by and says
Too bad you missed it, Sara.
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Not too bad for you
I throw back at her.
Itâs supposed to sound like a joke
but I get my voice wrong.
It sounds like an accusation
like my words are pointing fingers.
I can feel the just-kidding look
fall off my face.
So I say it instead:
Iâm just kidding.
Really.
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But I sound like a mean girl.
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Kelli flips back
Whatâs wrong with you?
You won anyway.
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I have no idea what sheâs talking about.
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I turn to Taylor and she looks
as confused as I do.
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Taylor gets her Harriet-the-Spy look
and says, Iâm on it.
She casually walks over to
a group of Kelliâs friends.
Sheâs back in no time.
Remember that note you told me
Garrett gave to Kelli?
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I nod.
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He was answering her do-you-like-me note.
He checked âI like someone else.â
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Hope flares.
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He didnât say,
but they think itâs you.
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Maybe this day isnât so bad
after all.
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Garrett sits in the second row of pillows
and there is an empty pillow
in front of him.
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I donât wait for someone else to sit there.
I remember how my mom
made things happen
and I think maybe
I can do that too.
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I try to be casual.
I sit in front of Garrett
like I donât notice heâs there.
I can see his straggling foot
out of the corner of my eye.
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I put my hands behind me
like Iâm going to lean back
and my fingers brush his shoe.
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He jerks it back.
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I look behind me       grin.
Foot still ticklish?
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And then I see that slow smile come
like a sunrise on a lake.
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Beautiful.
Too bad I have to face forward.
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I decide the best way
to get through this performance
is to imagine myself
in the role.
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I manage it all the way to the end
when Wendy is grown up
and her daughter says of Peter
He does so need a mother.
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And Wendy says, Yes, I know.
No one knows it so well as I.
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Just then a piece of popcorn
sails over my head
and lands in my lap.
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I look behind me at Garrett
mock-studying the ceiling
with a smile twitching
at the edges of his lips.
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Heâs underlining the end.
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Because there on the screen
is the whole cast
taking in applause and
holding up a big sign that says
For Sara!
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That image warms me
as Iâm walking home from