splits are sloppyâclean them up. Berit, your switch leaps are getting better, but theyâre still not good enough to win us that trophy. Cate, youâre half a beat off when we go into the second V-formation. Trez, fantastic jazz layout!â
Camilla paused, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I was off the hook this practice.
But no. Camilla looked straight at me and shook her head. âIzzy, I donât know where you learned to do triple pirouettes, but theyâre pathetic. I took a chance by bringing you on as a freshman, but Iâll tell you one thing right now. Iâm not taking you to regionals with those pirouettes!â
My cheeks burned. Iâd always had trouble with triple pirouettes, but surely they werenât that bad?
Olivia patted my shoulder as Camilla went on to point out the weaknesses of other team members. âDonât worry,â she whispered. âPirouette turns are hard. Weâll practice together. Youâll be fine!â
I felt a rush of gratitude. Oliviaâs the only other freshman on the dance team, and we stick together. Sheâs a much better dancer than I am, but she never holds it over me or makes me feel bad. Sheâs a good friend inside and outside of dance team.
I turned my attention back to what Camilla was saying. âOkay, one last thing. I donât think our regular after-school practices are going to be enough. From now on, Iâm adding before-school practices on Mondays and Wednesdays to help you guys shape up. Be here at 6:45 A.M. sharp!â
Groans echoed all around. Camilla ignored them. âSee you tomorrow morning!â she said sweetly as she headed to the gym door. âBye!â
I
was glum as we gathered up our backpacks and dance bags. âCamilla hates me,â I said as we walked to the bus stop. âSheâs sorry she ever let me on the team!â
Olivia laughed and poked my side. âOh, poor Izzy,â she teased. âOne little bit of criticism and youâre a goner. Itâs never personal with Camilla. Sheâs just the most competitive person on the planet. She wants to win! Now, how about you invite me to your house? We can eat some of your momâs cookies and nail those pirouettes.â
My mom does make good cookies. She says itâs her one bit of domesticity. Mom illustrates childrenâs books for a living. She spends most of her time at a drawing table in the sunny kitchen alcove. Besides the fact that she doesnât really like housekeeping, time tends to get away from Mom when sheâs drawing.
That afternoon she was hunched over a pen-and-ink drawing of baby ducklings. âHey, girls,â she said when we came in. âWhat do you think? Did I get the waddle right?â
Mom always gets the waddle right. I wish I could draw like she does.
âLooks super,â Olivia said cheerfully. âDo you have any cookies?â
Oliviaâs not shy.
Momâs face brightened. âI do!â she said. âI got stuck this morning and had to take a baking break. Oatmeal-butterscotch, extra butterscotch chips, no nuts.â
Mom put down her drawing pen and came over to the kitchen table to join us in a snack. She listened sympathetically when I told her what Camilla said about my pirouettes.
âMaybe Leah could help you practice,â she suggested when I paused for breath.
âWhoâs Leah?â asked Olivia through a mouthful of cookie.
I hesitated. Leah Velasco had been my next-door neighbor at our old house. She was two years older than I was, but we had been friends since we were babies. She also happened to be the captain of the Northside High dance team. Leah was a fantastic dancer, and a big reason Iâd taken dance classes all my life. She knew I sort of idolized her. She had encouraged me to follow in her footsteps and join Northsideâs dance team.
But things had changed in the last year. Leah wasnât as happy as I
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