Auggie & Me (30 page)

“I'm just so proud of you, girls!” she whispered, kissing us each on our forehead.

The audience was applauding the choir, which had just finished. As the singers streamed backstage through the wings, Mrs. Atanabi made her way around the front of the stage to wait for Mr. Tushman to introduce her, and we took our positions. We could hear Mrs. Atanabi introducing the number we were about to dance, and us.

“This is it, guys!” Ximena whispered to us as the curtain started to rise.

We waited for the music to start. Five. Six.

Five-six-seven-eight!

It's the shingaling, baby!

I wish I could describe every second of those eleven minutes on stage, every move, every jump. Every shimmy and twist. But of course I can't. All I can say is that the whole thing went ABSOLUTELY PERFECTLY. Not one missed cue or fumble. Basically, for eleven solid minutes, it felt like we were dancing ten feet above the rest of the world. It was the most thrilling, exciting, tiring, emotional, fun, awesome experience of my life, and as we ramped up to the big finish, stoplighting to
Well let me tell you nobody, nobody
before busting into Mrs. Atanabi's signature shingaling, which was a variation she invented, I could feel the energy of the entire audience as they clapped along to the song.

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody
 . . .

And then we were done. It was over. Out of breath, beaming from ear to ear. Thunderous applause.

The three of us bowed in sync, and then we took our individual bows. The audience hooted and hollered.

Our parents were ready with flowers for us. And my mom handed me an extra bouquet, which we gave to Mrs. Atanabi when she came onstage with us to take a bow. I wished, for a second, that all the fifth graders who'd ever laughed behind Mrs. Atanabi's back could see her now, right this minute, as I was seeing her. In her beautiful gown, her bun perfectly made—she looked like a queen.

A little later, after changing out of our costumes, we joined our parents for dinner in the banquet hall downstairs. As we wound our way through the round tables full of teachers, other parents, and a lot of grown-ups we didn't know, people congratulated us and complimented our dancing. I thought to myself,
This is what it feels like to be famous.
And I loved it.

Our parents were all sitting together at a table by the time we got there, along with Mrs. Atanabi and her husband. There was a little round of applause from them as we sat down, and then, basically, we spent the rest of the evening talking to each other non-stop, breaking down every second of the dance, where we'd been nervous about not making a particular kick, where we'd gotten a little dizzy coming out of a spin.

Before dinner was served, Dr. Jansen, the headmaster of the school, gave a short speech thanking everyone for coming to the benefit, and then asked Mrs. Atanabi, as well as the choir teacher and the jazz teacher, to stand up for another round of applause. Ximena, Summer, and I cheered as loud as we could. Then he talked about other things, like financial goals and fund-raising, and stuff that was so boring I couldn't wait for him to stop. Later, after we'd finished our salads, Mr. Tushman made a speech about the importance of supporting the arts at Beecher Prep so the school could continue to nurture the kind of “talent” they'd watched tonight. And this time he asked all the students who had performed tonight to stand up again for another round of applause. Around the room, the kids from the jazz ensemble and choir stood up with varying degrees of willingness and shyness. The three of us, though, weren't the least bit shy about standing up for another round of applause. What can I say?

Bring it on!

By the time coffee was being served, all the speeches were over, and people had started walking around and mingling. I saw one couple come over to our table, but I couldn't remember who they were until Summer jumped out of her seat to hug them. Then I knew. Auggie's parents. They kissed Summer's mom and then circled around to me and Ximena.

“You guys were so amazing,” Auggie's mom said sweetly.

“Thank you so much,” I answered, smiling.

“You must be so proud of them,” Auggie's dad said to Mrs. Atanabi, who was next to Summer.

“I am!” Mrs. Atanabi said, beaming. “They worked so hard.”

“Congrats again, girls,” said Auggie's mom, giving my shoulder a little squeeze before making her way back to Summer's mom.

“Say hi to Auggie for me,” I called out.

“We will.”

“Wait, those were
Auggie's
parents?” said Ximena. “They look like movie stars.”

“I know,” I whispered back.

“What are you guys whispering about?” said Summer, coming between us.

“She didn't know they were Auggie's parents,” I explained.

“Oh,” said Summer. “His parents are
so
nice.”

“It's really ironic,” said Ximena. “They're so good-looking.”

“Have you ever seen Auggie's big sister?” I said. “She's
super
-pretty. Like she could be a model. It's crazy.”

“Wow,” said Ximena. “I guess I thought, I don't know, that they'd all kind of look like Auggie.”

“No,” Summer said gently. “It's like with your brother. It's just how he was born.”

Ximena nodded slowly.

I could tell, smart as she was, she'd never thought of it like that before.

We didn't get home until pretty late that night. I was super-tired as I washed all the makeup off my face and got ready for bed. But then, I don't know why, I couldn't fall asleep. All the night's events kept crashing over me like soft waves. I felt the way you feel like when you're on a boat, rocking back and forth. My bed was floating in an ocean.

After about half an hour of tossing and turning, I picked my phone up from where it was charging on my nightstand.

Anyone up
, I texted Summer and Ximena.

It was after midnight. I was sure they were asleep.

Just wanted u guys to know that I thnk ur the two most amazing people in the world and Im glad we got to b such good friends for a while. Ill always remembr this night. Its the shingaling, baby!

I put the phone back on the nightstand and karate-chopped my pillow to make it comfy. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come. Just as I felt myself finally drifting off, my phone buzzed.

It wasn't Ximena or Summer. Weirdly enough, it was Ellie.

Hey, Charly, Im sure ur sleeping but my parents just came home from the gala and said you guys were absolutely unbelievably incredible. Proud of you. Wish I coulda been there to see you dance. You deserve it. Lets try to hang out after school next week. Miss u.

It sounds stupid, but her text made me so happy, tears instantly welled up in my eyes.

Thnx so much, Ellie!
I texted back.
Wish u could've been there too. Would love to hang next week. Miss U2. G'night.

I woke up feeling so exhausted the next morning, Mom let me go to school late. I saw that both Ximena and Summer had texted me first thing in the morning.

Ximena Chin

I feel the same way, Charlotte. What a night!

Summer Dawson

I <3 U 2!

I didn't text them back because I knew they were in class. I missed the first three periods, and didn't see either of them until lunch. Summer, as usual, was sitting with Auggie and Jack. And Ximena, as usual, was at the Savanna table. For a fraction of a second, I was going to go over and say hello to Ximena, but the image of Maya standing in front of that same group of kids yesterday was still fresh in my head—and I didn't want to give Ximena even the sliver of a chance of disappointing me with anything but a really friendly hello.

So I waved to her and Summer as I walked over to my usual table, and sat down next to Maya. The girls at my table asked me how last night had gone—some of them had heard about it from their parents—but I spared them too many details because I knew they'd lose interest after thirty seconds. Which is exactly what happened.

Not that I could blame them, really.

The main thing on their minds—in fact, the
only
thing they wanted to talk about—was the note that Maya had given to Ellie yesterday in Carvel. That note, it turned out—which by now had been quoted or read aloud by half the grade—was Maya's first ticket to a kind of popularity she'd never experienced before. People were talking about her. Kids were pointing her out to curious sixth graders who had also heard about the note.

“I'm the queen of the underdogs today!” Maya herself said.

I could tell she felt triumphant. She liked the attention she was getting.

I had intended to tell her how hurt Ximena had been by her note, how it had made her cry. But, in a strange way, I also didn't want to rain on Maya's parade.

“Hey, you!” said Summer, nudging me so I could scoot over.

“Hey!” I said, surprised to see her there. I looked over at her table, but Auggie and Jack had already left.

“Hi, Summer,” said Maya eagerly. “Did you hear about my note?”

Summer smiled. “Yes, I did!” she answered.

“Did you like it?” Maya asked.

I could tell Summer didn't want to hurt Maya's feelings, either, so she hesitated in answering.

“Where are Auggie and Jack?” I interjected.

“Working on some top-secret notes to leave in Julian's locker,” she answered.

“A note like mine?” said Maya.

Summer shook her head. “I don't think so. Love notes from someone named Beulah.”

“Who's Beulah?” I said.

Summer laughed. “It's too hard to explain.”

I noticed that Ximena was looking at us from all the way across the cafeteria. I smiled at her. She smiled back. Then, to my surprise, she got up and walked over to our table.

Everybody at the table stopped talking as soon as they saw her standing there. Without even being asked, Megan and Rand scooted apart and Ximena sat down between them, directly opposite Maya, me, and Summer.

Maya was completely shocked. Her eyes were open wide, and she almost looked a little scared. I had no idea what would happen next.

Ximena clasped her hands in front of her, leaned forward, and looked straight at Maya.

“Maya,” she said, “I just want to apologize if I've ever said or done anything to insult you. I never meant to, if that's the case. I actually think you're a really nice person and super-smart and interesting, and I really hope that we can be friends from now on.”

Maya blinked, but she didn't say anything. Her mouth was literally hanging open.

“Anyway,” said Ximena, now seeming a little shy, “I just wanted to tell you that.”

“That's so nice of you, Ximena,” said Summer, smiling.

Ximena looked at us with that winking expression of hers.

“It's the shingaling, baby!” she said, which made us both smile.

Then, as quickly as she'd sat down with us, she got up and walked back to her table. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Ellie and Savanna watching her. As soon as she sat down at her table, they came in close to hear what she had to say.

“That was so nice of her, wasn't it?” Summer said to Maya.

“I'm shocked,” answered Maya, taking her glasses off to wipe them. “Totally shocked.”

Summer gave me a little knowing look.

“Maya, whatever happened to that giant game of dots you were working on?” I said.

“Oh, I have it here!” she answered eagerly. “I told you I was waiting until you're around to play it. Why? You want to play it now?”

“Yeah!” I answered. “I do.”

“Me, too,” said Summer.

Maya gasped, grabbed her backpack, and pulled out a tube of paper that was folded in thirds and slightly bent at the top. We watched her unfold it and carefully unwind the sheet of paper, which took up the entire width and length of the lunch table. When it was completely stretched out, we all looked at it. Stunned.

There wasn't one square inch of the gigantic paper that wasn't covered in dots. Perfectly drawn, evenly spaced lines of dots. But not
just
dots. Beautiful grid patterns connected by swirls. Waves of lines that ended in spirals, or flowers, or sunbursts. It almost looked like tattoo art, the way blue ink can cover someone's arm so completely, you don't know where one tattoo starts and another ends.

It was the most unbelievably beautiful game of dots I've ever seen.

“Maya, this is incredible,” I said slowly.

“Yeah!” she said happily. “I know!”

That was the only time, and the last time, that Summer, Ximena, and I sat at a lunch table together. Or at any table, for that matter. We went back to our different groups. Ximena with Savanna. Summer and Auggie. Me and Maya.

And that, honestly, was fine with me.

Sure. Maybe there was part of me, the part that loves happy endings, that wished things had changed. Ximena and Ellie would suddenly switch tables and start sitting at my table, along with Summer. Maybe we'd start a new lunch table together, with Jack and Auggie, and Reid—and Amos!—at the table next to ours.

But the truth is, I knew things wouldn't change much. I knew it would be the way it had been after the sleepover. Like we had taken a secret trip together. A voyage that no one else knew about. And when we returned from our journey, we each went back to our own homes. Some friendships are like that. Maybe even the best friendships are like that. The connections are always there. They're just invisible to the eye.