i ran up to my room and quickly changed and dried my hair . was he really with you every , single minute ? '' i push back from the table and get up to leave . she was not holding back , not hiding , not on guard . my head is still spinning from all of this . your secret history this poem contains a `` ghost rhyme '' . she waved , pointed to her mouth , and made various signs that meant lets talk . will you pick a damn school already ? 