jitterbug

I can text in complete sentences. Oh, yeah, it__ a skill._ He smiled, proud of his accomplishments. __nd, thanks to my mom being a competitive dancer as a teen, I know how to do the Lindy hop and the jitterbug.__ sat bolt upright, and Akinli rolled his eyes.__ swear, if you tell me you can jitterbug, I__ going to . . . I don__ even know. Set something on fire. No one can dance like that.__ pursed my lips and dusted off my shoulder, a thing I__ seen Elizabeth do when she was bragging.As if he was accepting a challenge, he shrugged off his backpack and stood, holding out a hand for me.I took it and positioned myself in front of him as he shook his head, grinning.__ll right, we__l take this slow. Five, six, seven, eight.__n unison, we rock stepped and triple stepped, falling into the rhythm in our head. After a minute, he got brave and swung me around, lining me up for those peppy kicks I loved so much.People walked by, pointing and laughing, but it was one of those moments when I knew we weren__ being mocked; we were being envied.We stepped on each other__ toes more than once, and after he accidentally knocked his head into my shoulder, he threw his hands up.__nbelievable,_ he said, almost as if he was complaining. __ can__ wait to tell my mom this. She__ gonna think I__ lying. All those years dancing in the kitchen thinking I was special, and then I run across a master.