The Cursed Ballet by Megan Atwood

Author:Megan Atwood
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Lerner Publishing Group

Chapter 9

Despite her heartbreak at not seeing Devon, Ophelia was surprised at how hard she slept that night.

When she woke up the next morning, she ate a huge breakfast, making Nurse John smile.

And making herself feel much better, she realized. Ophelia hadn’t realized how awful she felt. She had been too wrapped up in Devon.

The familiar panic shot through Ophelia, but the feeling was more muted than it had been the day before. Missing one night with Devon didn’t seem as dire now. She had to remind herself to eat—she felt better than she had all week.

For the first time in days too, she wondered how Madeleine, Sophie, Kayley, and Emma were doing.

Nurse John gave her a pass to go to classes, but not to ballet practice. When Ophelia walked into civics, she smiled at Kayley and the girls. They all gave tentative smiles back. And when lunch came around, Ophelia sat at the table with them, heaping her plate with lasagna.

She dug in to her dish and said “Holy crap, this is good!” as the other girls stared at her.

“How are you feeling?” Madeleine asked. “That was so scary in class the other day when you fell.”

Sophie nodded. “Yeah, you had a little seizure. Like you were possessed or something.”

Ophelia swallowed. Nurse John hadn’t said anything about that. No wonder he was concerned. She was slightly embarrassed but shook it off.

“I’m fine, now. I just hadn’t eaten enough.”

She took another bite of her lasagna.

“Why not, though?” Kayley said. “No offense, but you looked like death. Your eyes were dark, and you seemed tired all week. Are you going to tell us what’s going on?”

Ophelia thought for a moment and then put down her fork. She wondered if she should tell them about Devon after all. She’d been dying to share her secret with them, but something always seemed to hold her back. Some part of her that wanted Devon all to herself. As she looked around at her friends’ faces, though, she knew she shouldn’t hold back.

She leaned in. “OK, there’s something going on, but you have to promise not to tell. And …” she looked at Kayley, “don’t be judgmental. Promise?”

Emma and Sophie nodded simultaneously, and Madeleine said yes. Kayley remained silent until Ophelia looked her way. Finally, Kayley nodded.

“Right. So, I’ve met a boy,” Ophelia whispered. She sat back, that old twinge of excitement sparking through her.

“That’s it?” Kayley said.

Ophelia nodded impatiently. How could she explain Devon? “Yeah, that’s it. Only, he’s more than a boy. He’s … he’s a dancer. And he makes me feel …”

Emma’s eyes widened, and she said, “Ophelia, are you in love?”

A smile from out of nowhere burst from Ophelia. “Yes,” she said, trying hard to keep her voice down. “Yes, I think I’m in love.”

Kayley rolled her eyes. “Emma, you always think people are in love. Ophelia, how in love could you be with someone you met, what, like a week ago?”

“You wouldn’t know anything about him,” Ophelia said. “I know how I feel about Devon.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.