Something Inbetween. Melissa de La Cruz

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      I can understand the other side too—that Americans who were born here, or were born to American parents, don’t think we deserve to be here. I get it. But it doesn’t make it any easier. I thought we were here legally, and to think that we’re as good as criminals in the eyes of the law...it’s stomach-churning. I feel so helpless.

      But I can’t share any of that with my college counselor. “Regionals are coming up soon,” I tell Mrs. Garcia. “And we really want to win Nationals this year.”

      “Of course, and senior year is a lot of pressure too,” Mrs. Garcia says. She’s across from me, and she reaches for my hand. “You know I’m here for you,” she says, giving me a squeeze. “Are you sure that isn’t all it is? You seem worried about something.”

      “Uh...” I’m so overwhelmed I don’t even know where to begin. I thought this was going to be a happy moment, telling her about going to Washington, D.C., but now all of the stress of the last few weeks is bubbling up again.

      I live in fear that the tiniest little thing—like going to a party and getting caught drinking underage—could get my family in trouble. What if I get caught jaywalking? Littering? I suddenly wonder about Mrs. Garcia. Is she an immigrant? Are her parents, or grandparents? Does she have to deal with people thinking she doesn’t belong here too? But everyone in America is from somewhere else, right?

      So maybe we’re all aliens, like Dad was joking about during the news. He says if we were from the great beyond, we would have fewer problems because everyone would at least want our technology. Mom, of course, says that even space aliens would have trouble finding jobs in America.

      “I’m sorry, Jasmine. I didn’t tell you about your teachers to stress you out more. That wasn’t my intention at all,” she says, leaning forward in her chair. “How’s everything else going? Did you turn in your UC app?”

      “Not yet,” I say.

      “Well, don’t delay, the deadline’s coming up and the sooner you apply, the better your chances.”

      “I know, I know.”

      “I know you’ll get it done,” she says. “And remember, if it becomes too much for you to handle, there are people who care about you. You don’t always have to rely on yourself. There’s an entire community here for you.”

      “Thanks, Mrs. Garcia, but I’m okay.”

      Mrs. Garcia squeezes my hand again. “You know where to come if you want to talk.”

      “I do,” I say, thanking her.

      Dad said schools are safe zones for illegal immigrants, but I’m not ready to tell her about my status. Not yet.

      * * *

      After school, I tell Coach Davis I have to go to D.C. to accept my award while the girls warm up. She’s excited for me, though she knows this is a minor bump for the team.

      “It’s a difficult weekend to miss,” she says. “We’ve got a football game and pre-Regionals this weekend. We have a real shot at Nationals this year, but it’s up to you girls to get us there.”

      “I know—I’m sorry. I’ll put in extra time in workouts and practices when I come back.”

      “I know. But I need someone to lead the practices while you’re gone. And I’ll have to pull up a flyer from the JV team to take your spot. I’ll ask Courtney to be interim team captain when you’re in D.C.,” she says.

      I get that she has to name a captain while I’m away because the team needs one. But I’m surprised that she’s chosen Courtney, a junior, to lead in my place.

      “Why not Kayla?” I ask. “She’s got seniority. She puts in the time...”

      “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Coach Davis says.

      “She’ll be disappointed,” I add.

      “Too bad,” Coach says. “Kayla hasn’t been on point lately and she’s even missed a few practices. The other girls won’t look up to her like they do you. What’s going on with her? Do you know?”

      “Yeah,” I say. “Her parents split up.” And she’s got a new boyfriend, but I don’t mention that.

      Coach nods. “That’s rough. I hope you’re there for her.”

      “I am,” I say. Even though I haven’t seen her outside of school lately. She’s always with Dylan, but I know I’m just using that as an excuse. I’ve been avoiding her too. I want to tell her what’s going on with me, but I’m embarrassed. Of the two of us, I’ve always been the one who had her life together—the tighter family, the better grades. I can’t tell her I’m a mess, that it’s all a big lie. I have too much pride.

      I don’t agree with Coach’s choice for captain. I think more responsibility might help pull Kayla back toward the team. Everyone likes her. They’ll listen to her, but Coach won’t change her mind. I hope Kayla doesn’t take the news too hard.

      After Coach tells the team about my award and how I’ll be heading to D.C., all the girls come up to congratulate me and give me hugs.

      “Don’t forget us when you’re rich and famous,” says Deandra.

      “The little people,” agrees Emily.

      Courtney, who’s almost six feet tall, laughs at that. The others beam—everyone’s so happy for me.

      “I’d never forget you guys!” I tell them. “Otherwise you’ll throw me off the pyramid and won’t catch me!”

      “Girl, you got that right,” they say and laugh.

      They’re all here, except for Kayla. She doesn’t come up to hug me or congratulate me. And that’s how I know she’s mad.

      * * *

      After practice, I wait for Kayla to change out of her cheer clothes. Walking out of the bathroom stall, she brushes by me and opens her backpack on the locker room bench.

      “Why didn’t you tell me about the scholarship?” She doesn’t look up from the floor. “I have to find out with everyone else?”

      Right. I never told her about it. I’d meant to, but then with everything that happened, it just slipped my mind. I feel my cheeks burn. “I don’t know. The day I heard the news, I wanted to tell my family first, and then I sort of forgot...”

      “But if you’re going to D.C. this weekend, haven’t you known for, like, almost a month already? Did you think I’d be jealous or something? That’s messed up.”

      I walk over to her and sit down on the СКАЧАТЬ