not
that
bad,â said the Bruder, defending me. I thought,
Not that bad? Whatever happened to gum-drop with a capital âGâ?
âHe is
that
bad! Heâs pompous and overbearing!â
âStill, he
is
gifted,â said Mrs. Love thoughtfully, summing me up in her own neat way. âI suppose Mr. Clark thinks weâre lucky to have him.â
Her words seemed to hang in the air as the teachers mulled this over, or maybe theyâd only paused in order to curse me under their collective breath. I didnât really know.
What I did know was that time stood still, and for a long while I just sat there. Not thinking. I couldnât think. It was like I was numb all over. If somebody had come along and kicked me hard in the stomach, I probably wouldnât have felt it.
So I just sat there.
Chapter 19
Thereâs no telling how long I might have sat there. What brought me morosely to my feet were the words, âGifted? Heâs just a pompous snot with a superiority complex!â uttered passionately by that anonymous male voice. I got up slowly and, taking the long way around the mess hall, staggered off in a daze to the solitude of Cabin F. Iâd left my ginger ale untouched in the sand. It must have been its discovery that made my music teacher come looking for me.
I donât know how he found me. I had become as invisible as possible, buried deep inside my sleeping bag with just the tip of my nose sticking out. I would have kept that inside, too, and zipped the bag up over my head and let that be the end of that except I didnât think Iâd have the stamina. Iâd just have to let Sam and Jason finish me off in Their own way whenever They had the time. Granted, Their way would not be quite as neat as my way would have been, but I felt sure it would be considerably quicker. I would leave it to theexperts and make everybody happy. Suddenly a hand shook my shoulder.
âGeorge, you need to see the nurse. No arguments now. I can see that youâre hurt.â
âIâm not hurt.â
âThen whatâs the problem?â
The problem? My mind had just flashed
The George R. Clark Story: Random Scenes from the Past
. Stupid memories like Mr. Caruso sitting beside me on the bench and agreeing that any idiot could hit a line drive but it took a special person to keep the score as neatly and as accurately as I did.
The big liar
. But one could expect as much from a man who chewed the same wad of gum twenty-four seven, even while sucking down Gatorade. A man whose cross-trainers were always sparkling white because he never took part in his own war games. He was just a clapper and a whistler! A pair of ladiesâ four-inch stiletto heels would have served him just as well! I didnât care what he thought.
What
hurt
was remembering all the time Iâd spent in the science lab with Mrs. Love. And all the talks. Deep, intellectual talks, usually about something Iâd just read in
Popular Science
involving two-headed livestock. Come to think of it, Mrs. Love had never really said much when weâd talked, but sheâd always looked awfully enthralled. At least sheâd moved her eyebrows up and down a lot as I spoke. Now I knew she was just praying silently that when the bell rang, I would go home and trip over a rug wrinkle and break my neck. She would have paid to see that.
Oh my God!
And all the carefully misspelled notes slid through the vents in my locker asking me to make the world a better place and just die already. I had always imagined theywere from some of the more academically impaired members of the student body. Now I wasnât so sure. They might easily have been put there by the begemmed hand of Mrs. Bruder after a couple of swift looks over her shoulder.
I could have kicked myself for being so gullible. And I would have done so had my sleeping bag provided more leg room. It was humiliating! The whole world had lined up against me, and
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