They all went to their English class, where they were going to have to say a speech. "Guys, I can't do this," Elizabeth whispered as she walked in. A girl walking in turned to her, "of course you can. You're a natural writer," the girl, Samantha, told her, smiling encouragingly. Elizabeth calmed her nerves as she watched the others do their speeches. When it was her turn, she was doing it on ballet, which was something she had done since she was eight.
She knew her speech and knew the topic, so she flew through it, no signs of nervousness. "Dance for us," Alex called out, jokingly. She shook her head and sat down. "That was good. I told you, you could do it," Samantha whispered to Elizabeth. "Elizabeth, something you need to work on is speaking louder," the teacher told her. The bell rang and Katrina went to her friend. They went outside and laid down on the grass. "I wish I could fly and sit on a cloud," Elizabeth said in one of her weirder moments.
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