Jimmy

I kicked my leg like the dance teacher instructed; “Battement” they called it. I didn’t feel like Batman. Mostly I felt my balls dangling and wished I hadn’t worn boxers. No wonder Jimmy wore tights. When I turned, I nearly upchucked my Pop Tarts. When I Ieapt, my arms wiggled like a scared octopus. I was not having fun.

Mom watched through the window, looking like she did after I cleaned my room - unimpressed. Thank God Jimmy wasn’t watching; I’d never hear the end of it.

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