When we reach the door to the gymnasium, everyone stops to look at us. The roar of the crowd dims to more of a purr. I feel like I am in one of those nightmares where you feel like everyone is looking at you. Only I’m awake and everyone is actually looking at me. This isn’t my imagination!
“Uh,” I say eloquently. Are people waiting for me to make a speech?
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