Teens master them. I lived by them. I wondered if, in my attempt to put Jude in his place, my note had ratcheted up the stakes for Crow and Adele.
Even in death I was doing damage to myself.
But tonight, all would reverse. Iâd make up for everything Iâd done.
My few days back at Midway had seen me transitioned from regular courses to extended stays in the special education room. Like Crow, I âstruggledâ through every subject, stumbled over every word.
âNow Shane, I
know
you can read this.â Ms. Jounquil placed a few lines before me.
I slowly formed the word. âThe botââ
âBoy.â
âThe boy and hasââ
âHis. The word is his.â
âThe bot and his toy . . .
Ms. Jounquil threw up her hands. âHow is it that a childââ
âTeen.â
âHow is it that a teen as verbally literate as yourselfââ
âYou. As literate as you.â
âThis is pure insanity!â She rose, took a cleansing-breath walk around the room, and plunked down across from Kayla, who by all appearances truly could not read.
âWeâve reached our last day without Crow.â Ms. Hurls, another para with an unfortunate name, pulled up a chair. âIt will sure be a lot more interesting when she returns.â
I closed my book. I always liked Hurls. She was a no-nonsense, no-trying-to-save-the-world, punch-in/punch-out, type of assistant.
âDid you knowââshe chuckled and folded her armsââthat Crow toppled her desk onto my lap the first day she was here?â
Sure do.
I reached for a pencil and doodled on the blank sheet before me. âDo you recall what you said before she did it?â
Ms. Hurls scrunched her face, and then shook her head. âThat was a long time ago.â
âYou said, and I quote, âCrow, Iâve heard you were coming. Youâre Dr. Jude Draytonâs daughter. How lucky for you and Adele. To have a man like that work you over? You probably get free personal therapy whenever you need it.â
She stared at me. âI did say something like that. Crow remembered that? She told you?â
âYeah, but listen.â I set down the pencil and looked her in the eye. âShe went home and thought about the whole deal. You couldnât know. She felt bad about the toppling.â
âSure she felt bad.â Hurls patted my back, paused, and squinted. âThink she did?â
I sighed. âI know it. According to her, youâre one of the good ones here. She told me herself. She told me about everyone. Say, I need a pass to the office.â
Hurls, her face aglow, glanced at Ms. Jounquil and slipped me a note. I left the room, clear on what I would do on this, the day before Mayday.
A quick run down the hall brought me to chemistry.
This is going to be painful.
I closed my eyes and pushed into the room. Heads swiveled, and gazes fixed on me.
âMr. Jenkins?â I stepped in and closed the door behind me. âI come with an apology.â
Jenkins didnât bother to glance up. âYou come in the middle of a lab. Find me after class and Iâll be much more forgiving.â
âNormally I would, but there may not be time. This apology is from Crow Raine, who is unable to be here today.â A deep hush fell over the room. âCrow is terribly sorry she strapped glass beakers to your chair. Though she did not act alone, she feels bad for her part. The fact that she drew blood makes it worse. It was very unclassy, and sheâs very sorry.â
I felt a loosening deep inside, as if a painful tether had been cut. I felt lighter. No wonder the world dumped their problems on Lifeless.
Mr. Jenkins frowned and removed his spectacles, placing them carefully on the front lab table. âTo my knowledge, I will not be blessed with Crowâs presence until next year.â
âOops. Thatâs right, thatâs eighth