Stick With Me by Jennifer Blecher

Author:Jennifer Blecher
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Greenwillow Books
Published: 2020-09-11T00:00:00+00:00

11

Izzy and the Super-tragic Tragedy

From the corner of her eye, Izzy noticed a rectangle of light as the auditorium doors opened. She sank down in her seat and glanced at Phoebe, who had chosen a spot at the far end of Izzy’s row. Phoebe’s eyes would tell Izzy who was walking in the door: Wren or Daphne. They were the only two people who hadn’t been checked off Mr. Blair’s attendance list.

If it was Daphne walking through the doors, Phoebe’s eyes would flicker with joy. Daphne had broken her wrist ice skating on Saturday and her parents cancelled their ski trip.

“Daphne’s super bummed,” Phoebe explained that morning when Izzy’s mom drove them to theater camp. “But honestly, I’m kind of glad. This week will be so much more fun now. But don’t tell Daphne I said that. ’Kay? Promise?”

Izzy promised. And then she’d looked out the car window and thought that having Daphne at theater camp was going to be the opposite of more fun. It was going to be miserable.

If it was Wren walking through the doors, Phoebe’s eyes would squint in examination mode. Phoebe had asked Izzy tons of questions about Wren. What did she look like? What was she into? Did she even do theater? But Izzy had no answers. Just yesterday Izzy had seen Wren in the window and waved. And Wren had ducked out of sight.

Izzy’s mom had described Wren as quiet and slow to warm up. But Izzy disagreed. A quiet, slow-to-warm-up girl would at least wave back.

The auditorium doors closed. Phoebe turned and squinted. It was Wren.

Izzy sank lower in her seat. She worried that Wren was actually more mean than quiet.

Mr. Blair jumped off the stage where he’d been sitting flipping through pages on his clipboard. “Ah,” he said. “A new warrior. Welcome, welcome. You must be Wren. Please join us on the theatrical battlefield.”

Wren chose a spot in the back of the auditorium. Izzy glanced at her over the seats. Wren was looking at her lap, her hair hanging loose on either side of her face. When the doors opened again a minute later, Wren didn’t move one bit. But Phoebe squealed and clapped her hands. It was Daphne, a blue cast on her left wrist, a stack of beaded bracelets on her right wrist. Next to her was Serena.

“Serena,” said Mr. Blair. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company? I don’t see you on my list.”

Serena froze. She looked behind her at the closed auditorium doors, as if they might provide an answer. Serena’s expression reminded Izzy of Snow Stepper being ripped from Serena’s cradled arms, confusion mixed with anger. “My mom signed me up,” said Serena. “She said she signed me up?”

Mr. Blair stuck his pen behind his ear. He flipped a page on his clipboard. “Hmm. Well, fear not. Take a seat and you and I will get this all sorted at break time.”

Serena sat next to Daphne and Phoebe. But instead of joining in

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