Dance, Recover, Repeat

Chapter One

Yet another afternoon at school and it's a case of hormones and anxiety running wild, and it's all very teenage and suburban and kind of, you know. Blah. I'm sure you've heard it all before. Chemistry was in third period, and I tried to find the urge to learn ([C.sup.2][H.sup.2][O.sup.2] - 2C[H.sup.2]C[H.sup.3]O+2CO2) but I spaced out completely for most of the second half. Afternoons like this I really don't know what to do with myself. I don't even feel like the stuff happening around me is real. After class I walked around for a while in kind of a daze and eventually met up with my friend and faghag Margot. She had these clips in her hair, pink ones, like a little girl would wear. I think she was making a fashion statement. I hope she was anyway. For some reason - she never explained why exactly - she was carrying this plush raccoon around with her. It was an expensive-looking one with a black smudge over its eyes the way I guess all raccoons have, and this little red tongue that sort of poked out.

"This is Haruki the Raccoon!" she told me. "My dad got it for me when he was in Tokyo." S ... read full excerpt from Dance, Recover, Repeat ebook