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had told Susanna that her
son seemed 'vacant' in class, which resulted in lessons on how to
focus, posture practice, and just how often he needed to raise his
hand in class. When his mother was finished with him, he was a
model student. He didn't have a choice, really. His mother
confiscated any books in his room until his homework was finished,
along with the computer, the video games, and any toys he still
hadn't sold at garage sales.
If he hadn't been public enemy number one
with his peers, Michael might have been picked on for getting
straight A's all through sixth grade.
He spent a routine Christmas break, totally
exploding when he got a new e-reader from his mother. This was the
new type with the glasses to project the illusion of a book into
your hands. You wore these little battery powered things on your
thumbs to turn the pages, and it was literally the coolest thing in
the whole wide world. Lily went nuts when he showed her.
“You're totally lucky,” she told him. “You
should tell your parents how much this means to you.”
Yeah, he'd get right on that, just as soon as
he morphed into a girl and put unicorn posters up all over his
walls.
So she started to put e-books onto the
page-turner, which also contained the miniature hard drive.
Miniature wasn't meant to imply that it had a low capacity. His
mother told him it would store more than 5,000 books, as long as
they weren't in color or had a ton of pages each.
He had paid off the e-reader a long time
back, with the money from his paper route. If he hadn't, he would
have given the thing to Lily instead.
His dreams were now being invaded by the
young, pretty librarian. He couldn't really understand why, either.
One minute, he'd be having a perfectly normal dream about fighting
a ringwraith alongside his faithful daemon, a brilliant orange
tiger. The next minute, Lily was chained up and screaming for him
to come save her before the kraken devoured her. And the thing is,
he would, every time. He ran up the steps carved into the mountain,
slaying evil troops with skull masks until he got to her, and she
would breathlessly thank him.
He kept waking up feeling confused and
ashamed and funny at the same time.
The second important thing happened when
Christmas was over.
After the break, he found a new face in his
classes. She was definitely the strangest girl he had ever seen.
She walked in dressed in, get this, in a suit much too big for her.
Somewhere under the pants were gleaming leather loafers. She was
very pale, but didn't look unhealthy. Her thin, sharp face was set
with searching eyes the color of overcast clouds and blonde hair
done up in a loose ponytail. The girls started snickering just as
soon as she walked in the door, and the boys were nudging each
other, eyes wide. Michael didn't much care either way, since none
of the teachers had figured out he was reading his books with his
special glasses on. He was in the middle of the last book of the
Lord of the Rings, and it was shaping up to be way better than the
movie. The first movie had been pretty awesome, and pretty close,
and by now Michael was tracking all the huge changes the filmmakers
had made.
“So she's weird,” he muttered. “Big
deal.”
Mr. Shepherd called for silence, and he
introduced the new girl to the class. Michael wasn't listening.
Sauron's Mouth was coming out of the massive gates to inform
Aragorn they all had a one way ticket to the worm farm.
“Mr. Washington?”
Maybe it was twenty other pairs of eyes on
him that caused him to look up. The pages of the book were still
there in front of his face, only now the rest of the class was too,
hazy and indistinct just beyond the words.
Shepherd was looking at him impatiently.
“Welcome back to the class. People, I know you've just been away
for ten days, but we're going to be studying starting today, and
you're going to have homework starting today. And don't groan like
that either. You're not in third grade anymore. Next