TITLE: The Truth About Leaving
GENRE: YA Contemporary
The first time I saw Dov, I was twirling in the foyer of Wilmette Academy. Wearing Maddie's blue wig and my matching cowboy boots, my head flung back, eyes closed, arms outstretched, I felt wild and happy and free.
At least I did until my boots slipped on the polished black and white tiles. And then there was nothing wild or happy or free about it. There was a mess of arms and legs moving in every direction and that awful feeling of being suspended in midair when you know it won't last.
Here's the irony about my spectacular fall. As someone who'd started taking ballet classes about ten minutes after she learned to walk, I know how to spin without losing my balance. It's an easy trick, one that's taught to eight-year olds in dusty ballet studios all around the world. You pick a spot in front of you and focus on it as your body rotates, letting it leave your sight for only the fraction of a second that it takes to whip your head back around and find it again. Your focus on that spot is what allows you to keep spinning in perfect little pirouettes, seemingly forever.
You never look elsewhere, not even for a second.
You never, ever, close your eyes.
I did both.