I heard it. Then I felt it. Pain ripped through my head like a hot iron. For an instant I felt dizzy, stunned. “Are you stupid or something?” a voice shot out. “Don’t you look where you’re going?” It was Karin, rubbing her head. I hadn‘t been paying attention. I was so absorbed in my thoughts about the tryouts that I hadn’t looked where I was going. And now we’d collided. “Sorry,” I muttered. “My head is killing me. You probably gave me a concussion and all you can say is sorry. You’re just a ... a ...” Karin snarled. I almost apologized again, but I caught myself just in time. No, I wasn’t going to apologize again. I said I was sorry. I hadn’t killed her. “Do you believe her?” I heard Karin tell Darleen as I walked down the hall. “And she thinks she’s going to get a part in our school play. No one would cast a loser like her.” I didn’t turn. I walked on. No. Don’t let her bother you, I repeated over and over like a Buddhist mantra. “Hey Renata,”
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