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I stand in the middle of the auditorium and watch as I'm being dumped.
I say watch, because I don't really have any part in it.
The entire drama class pretending not to watch me aren’t a part of it. Ms. Rowell, our drama teacher who seems like she’s about to pass out, isn’t a part of it. Agatha sits me down in a front row seat and takes my hand with a gentle look in her eyes, like she’s about to break to me that I have a terminal disease. I tell her we can work things out, but I’m a little relieved when she says we can’t.
It’s over pretty fast.
