chapter 22
Mandi
I did not want to be here.
I had managed to distract Nic and Kristie for a few weeks, making up a number of reasons why I was too busy to help out with the talent show. When I finally ran out of excuses, I finally caved. Now here I was, trudging into the auditorium and holding on tightly to Nic’s hand. Kristie walked behind us, oohing and ahhing over the dozens of students dressed in an array of colorful costumes. Latin music boomed from the speakers lining the walls of the auditorium. There was a flurry of people around the stage. Some were busy making stage decorations. Others were practicing some dance moves. And Julian was in the center of it all.
“Wow! What kind of dancing is that?” Kristie’s eyes were big pools of blue. I could tell she’d never seen anything like
