Sabotage At Willow Woods
“NIGHTMARE. THAT WORD ECHOED in my head on a loop as I squinted into the spotlight, unable to even make out how many people were watching me. Had there been ten people in the audience? Or twenty?
I have a confession to make. I’m a very literal person. I appreciate poetry, but I don’t “get” it. I’m really good at dusting for fingerprints, pretending to be someone else, asking pointed questions, and escaping various dangerous situations using unexpected household items.
I am awful at public speaki...ng.
Now I took a deep breath. Just fake your way through it, Nance, George’s voice suddenly sounded inside my brain. It was advice she’d given me anytime I’d had to make a speech in school, or do a presentation, or defend my paper in history class. You’re so good at pretending to be other people when you snoop. So just pretend to be a person who’d be really good at this. It’s simple.
“NIGHTMARE!!” I suddenly shouted into the mic, using a deep, guttural voice I never would have recognized as my own.MoreLess
I have a confession to make. I’m a very literal person. I appreciate poetry, but I don’t “get” it. I’m really good at dusting for fingerprints, pretending to be someone else, asking pointed questions, and escaping various dangerous situations using unexpected household items.
I am awful at public speaki...ng.
Now I took a deep breath. Just fake your way through it, Nance, George’s voice suddenly sounded inside my brain. It was advice she’d given me anytime I’d had to make a speech in school, or do a presentation, or defend my paper in history class. You’re so good at pretending to be other people when you snoop. So just pretend to be a person who’d be really good at this. It’s simple.
“NIGHTMARE!!” I suddenly shouted into the mic, using a deep, guttural voice I never would have recognized as my own.MoreLess
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