BERNIE KOSAR IS SCRATCHING AT MY BEDROOM DOOR WHEN I WAKE.
I let him outside. He patrols the yard, rushing along with his nose to the ground. Once hes covered all four corners he bolts across the yard and disappears into the woods. I close the door and jump into the shower. Iwalk out ten minutes later and hes back inside, sitting on the couch. His tail wags when he sees me.
You let him in? I ask Henri, who is at the kitchen table with his laptop open and four newspapers stacked in front of him.
Yes.
After a quick breakfast, we head out. Bernie Kosar rushes ahead of us, then stops and sits looking up at the passenger door of the truck.
Thats kind of weird, dont you think?I say.
Henri shrugs. Apparently hes no stranger to car rides. Let him in.
I open the door and he jumps in. He sits in the middle seat with his tongue dangling. When we pull out of the driveway he moves into my lap and paws at the window. Iroll it down and he sticks half his body out, mouth still open, the wind flapping his ears. Three miles later Henri pulls in to the school. I open the door and Bernie Kosar jumps out ahead of me. I lift him back into the truck but he jumps right back out. I lift him back in again and have to block him from jumping out while I close the truck door. He stands on his hind legs with his front paws on the ledge of the door, the window still down. I pat him on the head.
Have your gloves? Henri asks.
Yep.
Phone?
Yep.
How do you feel?
I feel good, I say.
Okay. Call me if you have any sort of trouble.
He pulls away and Bernie Kosar watches from the back window until the truck disappears around the turn.
I feel a similar nervousness as I did the day before, but for different reasons. Part of me wants to see Sarah right away, though part of me hopes that I dont see her at all. Im not sure what Ill say to her. What if I cant think of anything at all and stand there looking foolish? What if shes with Mark when I see her? Should I acknowledge her and risk another confrontation, or just walk by and pretend that I don't see either of them? At the very least I'll see them both in second period. Theres no getting around that.
I head to my locker. My bag is filled with books Iwas supposed to read the night before but never opened. Too many thoughts and images running through my head. They havent gone away and its hard to imagine they ever will. It was all so different from what I expected. Death isnt like what they show you in the movies. The sounds, the looks, the smells. So different.
At my locker I notice immediately that somethings off.
The metal handle is covered with dirt, or what looks like dirt.
Im not sure if I should open it, but then I take a deep breath and force the handle up.
The locker is half filled with manure and as I swing the door open, much of it comes pouring out onto the floor, covering my shoes. The smell is horrendous. I slam the door shut. Sam Goode was standing behind it and his sudden appearance from out of nowhere startles me. He is looking forlorn, wearing a white NASA T-shirt only slightly different from the one he wore yesterday.
Hi, Sam, I say.
He looks down at the pile of manure on the floor, then back at me.
You, too? I ask.
He nods.
Im going to the principals office. Do you want to come?
He shakes his head, then turns and walks away without saying a word. Iwalk to Mr. Harriss office, knock on his door, then enter without waiting for his reply. He is sitting behind his desk, wearing a tie that is tiled with the school mascot, no less than twenty tiny pirate heads scattered across the front of it. He smiles proudly at me.
Its a big day, John, he says. I dont know what he is talking about. The reporters from the Gazette should be here within the hour. Front page!
Then Iremember, Mark Jamess big interview with the local paper.
You must be very proud, I say.
Im proud of each and every one of Paradises students. The smile doesnt leave his face. He leans back in his chair, locks his fingers together, and rests his hands on his stomach. What can I do for you?
I just wanted to let you know that my locker was filled with manure this morning.
What do you mean filled?
Imean the whole thing was full of manure.
With manure? he asks confusedly.
Yes.
He laughs. Im taken aback by his total lack of regard, and anger surges through me. My face is warm.
Iwanted to let you know so it could be cleaned. Sam Goodes locker is filled with it, too.
He sighs and shakes his head. Ill send Mr. Hobbs, the janitor, down immediately and well make a full investigation.
We both know who did it, Mr. Harris.
He flashes a patronizing grin at me. Ill handle the investigation, Mr. Smith.
Theres no point in saying anything further, so I walk out of his office and head to the bathroom to run cold water over my hands and face. I have to calm down. I dont want to have to wear the gloves again today. Maybe I should do nothing at all,
just let it slide. Will that end it? And besides, what other choice is there? Im outmatched and my only ally is a hundredpound sophomore with a penchant for the extraterrestrial.
Maybe that isnt the whole truth maybe I have another ally in Sarah Hart.
I look down. My hands are fine, no glow. Iwalk out of the bathroom. The janitor is already sweeping the manure from my locker, lifting out books and placing them in the trash. Iwalk past him and into the classroom and wait for class to start.
Rules of grammar are discussed, the main topic being the difference between a gerund and a verb, and why a gerund is not a verb. I pay closer attention than I did the day before, but as the end of the period nears I start to get nervous about the next class. But not because Imight see Mark because Imight see Sarah. Will she smile at me again today? I think itll be best to arrive before she does so I can find my seat and watch her walk in. That way I can see if she says hello to me first.
When the bell rings, I dash out of class and rush down the hall. Im the first one to enter astronomy. The classroom fills and Sam sits beside me again. Just before the bell rings Sarah and Mark enter together. Shes dressed in a white buttonup shirt and black pants. She smiles at me before sitting down. I smile back. Mark doesnt look my way at all. I can still smell the manure on my shoes, or maybe the odor is coming from Sams.
He pulls a pamphlet from his bag with the title They Walk Among Us on the cover. It looks as though it was printed in somebodys basement. Sam flips to an article in the center
and starts reading intently.
I look at Sarah four desks in front of me, at her hair pulled back in a ponytail. I can see the nape of her slender neck. She crosses her legs and sits straight in her chair. Iwish I were sitting beside her, that I could reach over and take her hand in mine. Iwish it were eighth period already. Iwonder if Ill be her partner in home ec again.
Mrs. Burton begins lecturing. Shes still on the topic of Saturn. Sam takes out a sheet of paper and begins scribbling wildly, pausing at times to consult an article in the magazine he has opened beside him. I look over his shoulder and read the title: Entire Montana TownAbducted byAliens.
Before last night Iwould have never pondered such a theory.
But Henri believes the Mogadorians are plotting to take over Earth, and Imust admit, even though the theory in Sams publication is ludicrous, at its most basic level there might be something there. I know for a fact that the Loric have visited Earth many times over the life of this planet. We watched Earth develop, watched it through the times of growth and abundance when everything moved, and through the times of ice and snow when nothing did. We helped the humans, taught them to make fire, gave them the tools to develop speech and language, which is why our language is so similar to the languages of Earth.And even though we never abducted humans, that doesnt mean its never been done. I look at Sam.
Ive never met somebody with a fascination in aliens to the point of reading and taking notes on conspiracy theories.
Just then the door opens and Mr. Harris sticks his smiling face in.
Sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Burton. Im going to have to snag Mark from you. The Gazette reporters are here to interview him for the paper, he says loudly enough so everyone in the class can hear.
Mark stands, grabs his bag and casually strolls out of the room. From the doorway I see Mr. Harris pat him on the back.
Then I look back at Sarah, wishing I could sit in the empty seat beside her.
Fourth period is physical education. Sam is in my class.After changing we sit beside each other on the gymnasium floor. He is wearing tennis shoes, shorts, a T-shirt two or three sizes too large. He looks like a stork, all knees and elbows, somewhat lanky even though hes short.
The gym teacher, Mr. Wallace, stands firmly in front of us, his feet shoulder width apart, his hands clenched into fists on his hips.
All right, guys, listen up. This is probably the last chance well get to work outdoors, so make it count. One-mile run, as hard as you can. Your times will be noted and saved for when we run the mile again in the spring. So run hard!
The outside track is made of synthetic rubber. It circles around the football field, and beyond it are some woods that I imagine might lead to our house, but Im not sure. The wind is cool and goose bumps traverse the length of Sams arms. He tries to rub them away.
Have you run this before? I ask.
Sam nods. We ran it the second week of class.
What was your time?
Nine minutes and fifty-four seconds.
I look at him. I thought skinny kids are supposed to be fast.
Shut up, he says.
Irun side by side with Sam towards the back of the crowd.
Four laps. That is how many times Imust circle the track to have run a mile. Halfway around I begin to pull away from Sam. I wonder how fast I could run a mile if Ireally tried. Two minutes, maybe one, maybe less?
The exercise feels great, and without paying much attention, I pass the lead runner. Then I slow and feign exhaustion. When I do I see a brown and white blur come dashing out of the bushes by the entrance of the grandstand and head straight towards me. My mind is playing tricks on me, I think. I look away and keep running. I pass the teacher. He is holding a stopwatch. He yells words of encouragement but he is looking behind me, away from the track. I follow his eyes. They are fixated on the brown and white blur. It is still coming straight for me and all at once the images from the day before come rushing back. The Mogadorian beasts. There were small ones too, with teeth that glinted in the light like razor blades, fast creatures intent on killing. I start sprinting.
I run halfway around the track in a dead sprint before I turn back around. There is nothing behind me. I have outrun it.
Twenty seconds have passed. Then I turn back around and the thing is right in front of me. It must have cut across the field. I stop dead in my tracks and my perspective corrects itself.
Its Bernie Kosar! Hes sitting in the middle of the track with his tongue dangling, tail wagging.
Bernie Kosar! I yell. You scared the hell out of me!
I resume running at a slow pace and Bernie Kosar runs alongside me. I hope nobody noticed how fast Iran. Then I stop and bend over as though I have cramps and cant catch my breath. Iwalk for a bit. Then I jog a little. Before I finish the second lap two people have passed me.
Smith! What happened? You were dusting everyone!
Mr. Wallace yells when Irun by him.
I breathe heavily, for show. I have asthma, I say.
He shakes his head in disapproval. And here I thought I had this years Ohio state track champion in my class.
I shrug and keep going, stopping every so often to walk.
Bernie Kosar stays with me, sometimes walking, sometimes trotting. When I start the last lap Sam catches up to me and we run together. His face is bright red.
So what were you reading in astronomy today? I ask.
An entire Montana town abducted by aliens?
He grins at me. Yeah, thats the theory, he says somewhat shyly, as though embarrassed.
Why would an entire town be abducted?
Sam shrugs, doesnt answer.
No, really? I ask.
Do you really want to know?
Of course.
Well, the theory is that the government has been allowing alien abductions in exchange for technology.
Really? What kind of technology? I ask.
Like chips for supercomputers and formulas for more bombs and green technologies. Stuff like that.
Green technology for live specimens? Weird. Why do aliens want to abduct humans?
So they can study us.
But why? Imean, what reason could they possibly have?
So that whenArmageddon comes theyll know our weaknesses and be able to easily defeat us by exposing them.
Im kind of taken aback by his answer, but only because of the scenes still playing in my head from the night before, remembering the weapons I saw the Mogadorians use, and the massive beasts.
Wouldnt it be easy for them if they already have bombs and technologies far superior to our own?
Well, some people seem to think that theyre hoping well kill ourselves first.
I look at Sam. He is smiling at me, trying to decide whether
I'm taking the conversation seriously.
Why would they want us to kill ourselves first? What is their incentive?
Because they're jealous.
Jealous of us? Why, because of our rugged good looks?
Sam laughs. Something like that.
I nod. We run in silence for a minute and I can tell Sam is having a tough time, breathing heavily. How did you get interested in all this?
He shrugs. Its just a hobby, he says, though I get the distinct feeling that hes keeping something from me.
We finish the mile at eight minutes fifty-nine seconds, better than the last time Sam ran it. Bernie Kosar follows the class back to the school. The others pet him, and when we walk in he tries to come in with us. I dont know how he knew where I was. Could he have memorized the way to the school this morning on the ride in? The thought seems ridiculous.
He stays at the door. Iwalk to the locker room with Sam and the second he catches his breath he rattles off a ton of other conspiracy theories, one right after another, most of which are laughable. I like him, and find him amusing, but sometimes I wish he would stop talking.
When home ec begins Sarah isnt in class. Mrs. Benshoff gives instruction for the first ten minutes and then we head to the kitchen. I enter the station alone, resigned to the fact that I'll be cooking alone today, and as soon as that thought occurs to me, Sarah walks in.
Did Imiss anything good? she asks.
About ten minutes of quality time with me, I say with a smile.
She laughs. I heard about your locker this morning.
Im sorry.
You put the manure there? I ask.
She laughs again. No, of course not. But I know theyre picking on you because of me.
Theyre just lucky I didnt use my superpowers and throw them into the next county.
She playfully grabs my biceps. Right, these huge muscles. Your superpowers. Boy, they are lucky.
Our project for the day is to make blueberry cupcakes.As we start mixing the batter, Sarah begins telling me about her history with Mark. They dated for two years, but the longer they were together, the more she drifted from her parents and her friends. She was Marks girlfriend, nothing else. She knew she had started to change, to adopt some of his attitudes towards people: being mean and judgmental, thinking she was better than them. She also started drinking and her grades slipped. At the end of the last school year, her parents sent her to live with her aunt in Colorado for the summer. When she got there, she started taking long hikes in the mountains, taking pictures of the scenery with her aunts camera. She fell in love with photography and had the best summer ever, realizing there was far more to life than being a cheerleader and dating the quarterback of the football team. When she got home she broke up with Mark and quit cheerleading, and made a vow that she was going to be good, and kind, to everyone. Mark hasnt gotten over it. She says he still considers her hisgirlfriend, and believes shes going to come back to him.
She says the only thing she misses about him are his dogs, which she hung out with whenever she was at his house. I then tell her about Bernie Kosar, and how he showed up at our doorstep unexpectedly after that first morning at the school.
We work as we talk.At one point Ireach into the oven without the oven mitts and pull out the cupcake pan. She sees me do it and asks if Im okay, and I pretend to be hurt, shake my hand as if its burned, though I dont actually feel a thing. We go to the sink and Sarah runs lukewarm water to help with the burn that isnt there. When she sees my hand, I just shrug.As were frosting the cupcakes, she asks about my phone, and tells me she noticed there was only one number in it. I tell her its Henris number, that I lost my old phone with all of my contacts. She asks if I left a girlfriend behind when we moved. I say no, and she smiles, which just about ruins me. Before class ends, she tells me about the upcoming Halloween festival in town, and says she hopes to see me there, that maybe we can hang out. I say yeah, that would be great, and pretend to be cool, even though I'm flying inside.