My heart was beating so hard, you’d think I’d been dumped at the prom. But no, I was standing at the entrance to my high school auditorium, trying to talk myself into walking inside for the first Theater Club meeting of the year.
It was not my normal scene. Not that I had a normal scene, unless you counted the library. Or my bedroom.
I used to hang out at my best friend Amanda’s house, but she moved away in July. That’s how I ended up being a senior with no friends—no real friends anyway. Amanda and I had been the Two Musketeers since kindergarten. With Amanda gone, my mom had pressured me to join Theater, like she had in high school. “You have such a pretty voice. It will be perfect for you,” she’d said. “And you’ll make new friends. Get out of your shell.”
I like my shell very much, t
