I ran. The bullies were back, and they were chasing me down the alleyway. A dead end lay before me, a massive wall, but I ran anyway, right towards it. As I ran, I picked up speed, impossible speed, and the buildings flew by in a blur. I could feel the wind rushing through my hair.As I got closer, I leapt, and in a single bound I was at the top of the wall, thirty feet high. One more leap, and I flew through the air again, thirty feet, twenty, landing on the concrete without losing a stride, still running, running. I felt powerful, invincible. My speed increased even more, and I felt like I could fly.I looked down and before my eyes the concrete changed to grass—tall, swaying, green grass. I ran through a prairie, the sun shining, and I recognized it as the home of my early childhood.In the distance, I could sense that my father stood on the horizon. As I ran, I felt I was getting closer to him. I saw him coming into focus. He stood with a large smile, and arms spread wide.I ac
I glanced at my watch: 8:40. I was 25 minutes late to class.I took a deep breath and turned the metal knob.I entered, and the entire class stopped and looked up at me. Including the teacher.Silence.“Ms….” the teacher, forgetting my name, walked to her desk and picked up a piece of paper, scanning it, “….Paine. The new girl. You are 25 minutes late.”A stern, older woman, the teacher glared down at me.“What do you have to say for yourself?”I hesitated.“Sorry?”“That’s not good enough. It may be acceptable to be late to class wherever you are from, but it’s certainly not acceptable here.”“Unacceptable,” I said, and immediately regretted it.An awkward silence covered the room.“Excuse me?” the teacher asked, slowly.“You said ‘not acceptable.’ You meant ‘unacceptable.’”“OH—SHIT!” exclaimed a noisy boy from the back of the room, and the entire class erupted into laughter.The teacher’s face turned bright red.“You little brat. Report to the Principal’s office rig
It wasn’t him.I sat there, waiting for what felt like forever.But he never came.The bell rang, and the cafeteria emptied out. Still, I sat there waiting.Maybe he didn’t care after all?*My heart broke as the final bell of the school day rang, and I stood before my assigned locker. I looked down at the combination printed on the piece of paper in my hand, turned the knob and pulled.The inside door was lined with graffiti. Otherwise, it was completely bare. Depressing. I thought of all my other schools, of how I would rush to find my locker, to open it, to memorize the combination, and to line the door with pictures of boys from magazines. It was my way of making myself at home.But somewhere along the line, a few schools ago, I stopped trying.I closed the door with a bang.“Caitlin?”I jumped. Standing there, a foot away, was Jonah.He wore large sunglasses. I could see that the skin beneath them was swollen.I was shocked to see him standing there. And thrille
“No,” I lied. “I don’t really know anyone here, remember?”He paused.“I got jumped,” he said. “Walking home from school.”“I’m so sorry,” I said again. I sounded like an idiot, repeating the same stupid phrase, but I didn’t want to say anything that would give too much away.“Yeah, my dad’s pretty pissed,” he continued. “They got my viola.”“That sucks,” I said. “Will he get you a new one?”Jonah shook his head slowly. “He said no. He can’t afford it. And that I should have been more careful with it.”Concern crossed my face. “But I thought you said that was your ticket out?”He shrugged.“What will you do?” I asked.“I don’t know.”“Maybe the cops will find it,” I said. I remembered, of course, that it was broken, but I thought that by saying this, it would help prove to him that I didn’t know.He looked me over carefully, as if trying to judge if I was lying.Finally, he said, “They smashed it.” He paused. “Some people just feel the need to destroy other peoples’ stuff,
I was on cloud nine as I walked home from school, clutching my journal. I hadn’t been this happy in I didn’t know when. Jonah’s words replayed in my head.“There’s this concert tonight. At Carnegie Hall. I’ve got two free tickets. They’re the worst seats in the house, but the vocalist is supposed to be amazing.”“Are you asking me out?” I’d said, smiling.He’d smiled back.“If you don’t mind going with this lump of bruises,” he’d said, smiling back. “After all, it is Friday night.”I practically skipped home, unable to contain my excitement. I didn’t know anything about classical music—I’d never even really listened to it before—but I didn’t care. I’d go anywhere with him.Carnegie Hall. He said the dress was fancy. What would I wear? I checked my watch. I wouldn’t have much time to change if I was going to meet him at that café before the concert. I doubled my pace.Before I knew it, I was home, and even the dreariness of my building didn’t bring me down. I bounded up the five
I could see the venom in her black eyes. I’d never seen my mom in this deep of a rage. Her eyes held murder.“Why did you have to chase away the one thing that was good in my life!?” my mom yelled.This time my mom charged me with two hands held out in front and went right for my throat. Before I could react, I was being choked. Hard.I fought for breath. But my mom’s grip was iron. It was truly meant to kill.The rage flooded me, and this time I couldn’t stop it. I could feel the familiar, prickly heat, starting at my toes, and working its way up through my arms and shoulders. I let it envelop me. As it did, the muscles in my neck bulged. Without doing a thing, my mom’s grip loosened.My mom must have seen the transformation begin, because she suddenly looked afraid. I threw my head back and roared. I had transformed into a thing of fear.My mom dropped her grip, and took a step back and stared, mouth open.I reached up with one hand and shoved her, and she went flying backward
Please be there, Jonah. Please don’t go. Please.I exited at Columbus Circle and walked at a brisk pace. I checked my watch again. I was 20 minutes late. I swallowed.As I walked, just a few blocks away, I suddenly felt a pang in my stomach. I stopped, taken aback by the intense pain.I bent over, clutching my stomach, unable to move. I’d never experienced anything like this before. I struggled to catch my breath.People passed quickly by on either side, but no one stopped to check if I was OK.After about a minute, I finally, slowly, stood back up. The pain began to subside.I began walking again, heading in the direction of the café. But I now felt completely disoriented. And something else….Hunger. It wasn’t a normal hunger, but a deep, unquenchable thirst. As a woman walked past me, walking her dog, I noticed myself turning and staring at the animal. I found myself craning my neck and watching the animal as it walked past, and staring at its neck.To my surprise, I could see
“Jonah, I am so sorry that I am dressed like this,” I said. “I meant to change before I came, but….Did you say we have five minutes?”He looked at his watch, a flash of concern crossing his face.“Yes, but—”“I’ll be right back,” I said, and before he could answer, I raced through the restaurant, heading for the bathroom.I burst into the bathroom and locked it behind me. I tore open my gym bag and yanked out all of my nice clothing, now rumpled. I yanked off my clothes and sneakers, and quickly put on my black velvet skirt, and a white silk blouse. I also took out my faux diamond earrings and put them on. They were cheap, but they worked. I finished the outfit off with black, high-heeled shoes.I checked the mirror. I was a little bit rumpled, not as bad as I would have imagined. My slightly open blouse displayed the small, silver cross I still wore about my neck. I had no time for makeup, but at least I was dressed. I quickly ran my hands through the water and dabbed my hair, pu