“Wait,” one girl said. “Is that denim?”
Another asked, “Where did you buy it?”
A teacher walked up and touched one of the panels.
“This is beautiful,” she said.
I still didn’t relax.
Carla was watching too closely.
Like she was waiting for everything to collapse.
Then the student showcase part of the night started.
The principal stepped up to the microphone.
He thanked the teachers. Gave the usual speech.
Then his eyes moved across the crowd and stopped.
Right on Carla.
He lowered the microphone slightly.
“Can the camera zoom toward the back row?”
The projection screen lit up with her face.
She smiled at first.
She thought she was about to be part of something cute.
Then the principal said slowly,
“I know you.”
The room went quiet.
Carla laughed nervously.
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