The Time Fetch by Herrick Amy

Author:Herrick, Amy [Herrick, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Algonquin Books
Published: 2013-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Room 219

Lunchtime. Feenix led the way. Alison and Beatrice came behind. Feenix was still trying very hard to think. She let Alison and Beatrice do the snickering.

Noise filled the room. Two hundred half-baked human beings eating and shouting and banging things without any consideration for the feelings of others. Normally, she liked this noise. It kind of cocooned around you. It made you feel enclosed and protected from the adults who all wanted to suck your blood. But today she wished it would go away. It made it hard to concentrate. And it didn’t sound right somehow. It seemed to her that it kept sort of stopping and catching like a bad CD. Then it would start up again.

She was tired. Her memory of the last few days grew blurrier and blurrier the more she tried to catch hold of it. And if she did manage to catch hold of some little sound or picture, it was very nasty. Much nicer to maybe just let go of the whole thing.

Alison and Beatrice sat down in their usual spot at a table right in the middle of the lunchroom. This was a good spot, because you could see everything and everybody. Alison patted the seat next to her, and Feenix sat down, too.

Feenix batted at the air. “What’s with these flies?”

“What flies?” Beatrice replied, frowning.

Feenix started to point to them, but now they were nowhere to be seen.

Across the room Feenix saw Danton and Brigit, who, for some reason, were actually seated side by side.

“Are those new earrings?” Alison asked her.

Feenix didn’t answer. She was trying to think. They’d come to her rescue last night, hadn’t they—the three of them? It was too bizarre for her to have made it up.

She felt Beatrice and Alison eyeing her curiously.

“What is your problem?” she demanded, irritably.

They shrugged and ate their chips.

“Did you get through that math test?” Alison asked after a pause. “I only finished about two-thirds of it. I’m gonna have to see if I can get Mr. Albers to let me do some extra credit. Did you hear what happened to Fiamma? No? Oh my God—she was late and she was running down the steps to catch the train and she was wearing flip-flops even though it’s only two degrees out because she hadn’t been able to find her shoes and she fell and she broke her nose. She’s gonna have to get surgery.”

“Well, it’s a golden opportunity,” Beatrice said. “That nose could certainly use some work.” Beatrice nudged Alison in the ribs. “Look at that,” she said loudly, pointing to a girl at the next table. “Look at that sweater. Did you ever see anything so old?”

Feenix looked at the sweater. It was blue and it looked like it might have been hand-knitted by somebody. Actually, she thought, it was kind of amazing looking.

“Yeah, and look at the skirt,” Alison fake-whispered.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Feenix found herself saying. “I mean, don’t you get bored with that stuff?”

The two girls stared at her.

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