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his injury.
âWell, then,â said Mr. Penardos, getting up and handing Marmalade his crutches. âThink about those feelings. Keep them in your head. You can express how you feel with your body even though you are on crutches. Itâs surprising how much emotion people can convey even while sitting down. I could see your misery just now, although you said nothing, and were sitting still.â
âOh,â muttered Marmalade. âI hadnât thought of that.â
âThink of your injury as an opportunity,â the teacher advised. âWhile that ligament is healing, you can grow, too.â
Marmalade got up and hitched his bag onto his shoulder. âIâll do my best,â he told his teacher. âI promise, I really will!â
12. Marmalade Has an Idea
While the others were changing out of their dance clothes, Marmalade went for a walk. He could get around quite quickly on his crutches now, as long as the ground was fairly level, so he headed for his favorite spot by the lake. There, he sat on a bench in the early-evening sun.
His thoughts were full of Mr. Penardosâs story. Somehow, Marmalade had assumed that nobody could really understand how he felt, but now he knew that Mr. Penardos had suffered a similar injury with disastrous results. The teacherâs story made Marmalade even more determined to let his knee heal properly before he used it again, however long it took.
At his last checkup, the doctor had told him that the more he could build up his muscles, the better they would protect his damaged ligament, so Marmalade was already working carefully on all the exercises heâd been given by the physical therapist.
Stretching his bad leg out in front of him, he looked around at the view. The lake was a beautiful place to be on such a lovely evening. The surface reflected the cloudless sky, turning the water a wonderful silvery blue. Now and then, a slight breeze ruffled the water. A couple of ducks swam toward him through the ripples, waggling their tails expectantly.
âSorry,â Marmalade told them. âI donât have any food with me today.â
He gazed out over the lake while he thought hard about everything Mr. Penardos had said. Marmalade knew heâd lived a charmed life until this accident. Everything heâd wanted had happened for him, and his happy-go-lucky character had helped him to settle easily into living at Rockley Park with no hint of homesickness or any other problems. Of course, heâd had small ups and downs like everyone else, but heâd never really been anything other than happy. Looking back, even his worries about his wild red hair hadnât been that bad.
Now all that had changed. His injury had given him complex feelings that heâd never had before, feelings he needed to understand if he was ever going to be a truly great dancer. Marmalade felt as if he was on the verge of understanding himself better, and through that, becoming a better dancer.
And now that he was involved with dance again, what about the routine he was supposed to be helping Jack with? Heâd agreed that Jack needed a story to tell, to make his routine more interesting. Could Marmalade use his recent experiences to help with that? Jackâs routine wasnât going to win him a place in this Rising Stars Concert. They both knew that Jack wasnât yet a good enough dancer to be a Rising Star, and he hadnât been at Rockley Park long enough to have earned any Rising Stars points either. But with Marmaladeâs help, he could still show off the huge talent he had. They should make Jackâs dance the best they could, even though no one would see it except the rest of the class.
Then another idea flashed into Marmaladeâs head. If they worked hard and came up with a polished performance, maybe Jack could dance it at a school assembly? Quite often, someone would finish the principalâs assembly with a song or a piece of
âWell, then,â said Mr. Penardos, getting up and handing Marmalade his crutches. âThink about those feelings. Keep them in your head. You can express how you feel with your body even though you are on crutches. Itâs surprising how much emotion people can convey even while sitting down. I could see your misery just now, although you said nothing, and were sitting still.â
âOh,â muttered Marmalade. âI hadnât thought of that.â
âThink of your injury as an opportunity,â the teacher advised. âWhile that ligament is healing, you can grow, too.â
Marmalade got up and hitched his bag onto his shoulder. âIâll do my best,â he told his teacher. âI promise, I really will!â
12. Marmalade Has an Idea
While the others were changing out of their dance clothes, Marmalade went for a walk. He could get around quite quickly on his crutches now, as long as the ground was fairly level, so he headed for his favorite spot by the lake. There, he sat on a bench in the early-evening sun.
His thoughts were full of Mr. Penardosâs story. Somehow, Marmalade had assumed that nobody could really understand how he felt, but now he knew that Mr. Penardos had suffered a similar injury with disastrous results. The teacherâs story made Marmalade even more determined to let his knee heal properly before he used it again, however long it took.
At his last checkup, the doctor had told him that the more he could build up his muscles, the better they would protect his damaged ligament, so Marmalade was already working carefully on all the exercises heâd been given by the physical therapist.
Stretching his bad leg out in front of him, he looked around at the view. The lake was a beautiful place to be on such a lovely evening. The surface reflected the cloudless sky, turning the water a wonderful silvery blue. Now and then, a slight breeze ruffled the water. A couple of ducks swam toward him through the ripples, waggling their tails expectantly.
âSorry,â Marmalade told them. âI donât have any food with me today.â
He gazed out over the lake while he thought hard about everything Mr. Penardos had said. Marmalade knew heâd lived a charmed life until this accident. Everything heâd wanted had happened for him, and his happy-go-lucky character had helped him to settle easily into living at Rockley Park with no hint of homesickness or any other problems. Of course, heâd had small ups and downs like everyone else, but heâd never really been anything other than happy. Looking back, even his worries about his wild red hair hadnât been that bad.
Now all that had changed. His injury had given him complex feelings that heâd never had before, feelings he needed to understand if he was ever going to be a truly great dancer. Marmalade felt as if he was on the verge of understanding himself better, and through that, becoming a better dancer.
And now that he was involved with dance again, what about the routine he was supposed to be helping Jack with? Heâd agreed that Jack needed a story to tell, to make his routine more interesting. Could Marmalade use his recent experiences to help with that? Jackâs routine wasnât going to win him a place in this Rising Stars Concert. They both knew that Jack wasnât yet a good enough dancer to be a Rising Star, and he hadnât been at Rockley Park long enough to have earned any Rising Stars points either. But with Marmaladeâs help, he could still show off the huge talent he had. They should make Jackâs dance the best they could, even though no one would see it except the rest of the class.
Then another idea flashed into Marmaladeâs head. If they worked hard and came up with a polished performance, maybe Jack could dance it at a school assembly? Quite often, someone would finish the principalâs assembly with a song or a piece of
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