is in the back with a couple of her friends. When the bus starts moving, she quickly sneaks up and sits next to me. âWhy is your teacher looking for you?â she says.
âI donât know. Ask her.â
âThe vice principal called me today and wanted to know if Iâd seen you.â
âWhat do those freaks care, anyway?â I say, folding my arms at my chest.
âMom called too. I had to talk pretty fast to keep her from getting hold of the sheriff. I guess you canât go back to school until you have some meeting with them.â
âI wish theyâd just leave me alone,â I say.
âThey will. Once you do exactly as they say. Look at me. They donât even ask me about Dylan anymore. They think Iâm being so obedient.â
âI donât want to do exactly what they want,â I say. But a bit of thunder unloads in the back of my head, and I steel myself for the inevitable.
Thatâs the spirit, boy.
Beth frowns but scoots to the back of the bus. When I turn to look, sheâs jabbering with her friends again.
Someone at the school must have seen me get on the bus, because Mom is waiting in her car at the stop. I can see her through the windshield; her lips are set in a line and her eyes are just staring. When Beth and I get off, Mom jumps out of the car and tries to block our way.
The bus hisses off and Beth starts walking, but Mom and I just stand there like gunfighters, only I donât feel like drawing first.
âWasnât the last time enough?â she says. âWasnât it bad enough for us all? I canât believe youâre doing this to me again. Where were you?â
But now I feel loose and free and walk around her. I donât even turn around when I hear her get in the car and start it up. Pretty soon, it creeps along behind me, crunching the gravel. For a second, I think sheâd rather run me down and be done with it, and that makes me sneak a peek. But sheâs got her window rolled down and her arm out as she eases along.
âWe can make this easier if you just get in,â she says.
âNo,â I say, and realize I never knew how blessed a word it was before. I calculate how long it would take me to catch up to Beth, but sheâs in hyperdrive and Iâm starting to sweat.
âCameron, even Dr. Simons says itâs better if we talk.â
Too much talk and not enough action. You need this, boy. See how it worked with your teacher? You need to take your stand. Do what I say and it will all work out.
I keep staring ahead, but I canât resist saying, âYou donât really want to talk; you only want to order me around.â
âCam, thatâs not true. Iâm only interested in whatâs best for you.â When I donât say anything, she says, âCam? Cam? Do you want me to call the authorities to come get you?â
After a second, the engine revs up and I hear some gravel shoot out from the tires. Pretty soon, Mom is moving up beside me.
âCam? Talk to me.â
âIâm not crazy,â I shout, scaring even myself. âStop acting like I am. Iâm just mad.â
She guns it again and the car jerks ahead. About ten yards in front of me, she veers it to the left and cuts me off. I think she expects me to walk right up to the passenger door and get in. Meanwhile, up ahead, Beth stops and watches us.
âYouâre more than just mad,â Mom says.
Keep walking.
Itâs as if the car werenât even there. Itâs a little tricky with the backpack on, but I step on the bumper and lift myself up onto her hood. It bends and moans as I step across it and then jump down. Beth laughs and claps.
I expect to hear the car as I start walking again, but itâs quiet back there. After another ten yards, I turn and see my mom with her head on her hand clutching the window well. I think if sheâd just give up, it would all be easier. I walk carefully
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