I picked a random page myself this time, page 102.
As she watched herself stepping into the school, a sense of evil and impending doom washed over her.
“Stop!” she thought, hoping that maybe she could command this “show” to end, as if she were pressing the stop button on a remote. But the “show” continued. She did not wake up, and images of her life did not stop playing out in front of her eyes.
Is my singing so bad that they won’t even let me leap around in a stripy unitard because I’ll pull the whole chorus off-key?
So back we went, and heard that Reanne hadn’t posted the ten-day wonder cast until eight thirty -explaining the cluster Wilders who stood around the bulletin board that Morales had left his final decisions until the morning, which is why it went up late.
