Five
I had never done that before, fall
asleep in a class. I could not figure out why no one had awakened me—or why I
had not heard the bell announcing the end of the day.
The note from Gil—yes, from Gil (what
a surprise)—answered it. I’ll just put his words here:
Victoria,
I am sorry you are angry with me. I don’t
know what I have done wrong, but if you just tell me, I will do something about
it.
I knew you were sleeping, but here’s what
Mr. Gisborne said: “Aw, look at Vickie.”
Everyone did. “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her so upset about
something.” And then he cried some more.
Anyway, I didn’t want to ruin his idea of why
your head was on the table. If he thought you were upset and crying, well, let
him think so.
I touched you on the shoulder as I walked by
your desk on the way out, but you were sound asleep.
And you were still sound asleep when I came
back to write this note. I’ve been sitting beside you, watching you sleep. (You
snore a little, did you know that?) But I’m not going to wait around for you to
wake up. It might scare you, seeing me here with you in an empty room. And I
don’t want to give you another reason to be mad at me.
Gil
P. S.
Oh, I almost forgot, one of the sheets Mr. Gisborne passed out is going
to upset you … but don’t blame me! I had nothing to do with it!
I hated to disappoint Gil (not
really: I think, at that point, I would have loved to disappoint him), but his note—and its information
(disturbing as they were)—did not bother me so much as the dream I’d had during
my surprising—astonishing, really—nap
during science class.
I
step down from a train that has arrived at Niagara Falls. I don’t know how I
got on that train—or why I’m at the Falls. [This part surely came from my
recent reading, right?] I don’t know where I got on the train; I remember nothing
about the journey—well, only this: The woman who was pushing the snack cart up
and down the rows looked so familiar. Haven’t you had that experience? Seeing
someone somewhere—maybe in a dream, maybe at a mall or something actual—and
just being positive that you know that person? But you can’t remember who
it is or where and how it was that you knew? And once, as she was walking past
me, I felt she smiled at me—but when I looked more closely, I saw no smile at
all.
Off
the train now. And then, somehow, I am beside the Niagara River near the top of
the Falls. The river’s incredible power as it arrives at its dropping point is
something only a witness can understand—or appreciate. The sound is a roar. The
air is thick with mist. I am staring at the top of the falls, staring at the
mist. I think I see a face in the mist—it’s the woman’s face, the woman from
the train, and now I’m almost certain who it is. But … what do I do
about this hand I feel in the center of my back? I turn to look and at the same
instant feel myself propelled out into the frigid river.
So, reading this, maybe you can see
why Gil’s silly note didn’t affect me too much. I was still shivering from the
freezing waters of the Niagara, still wondering who the woman was, who had
pushed me—and why I was even dreaming
about that situation at all.
Still … I felt my temperature
rising as I read Gil’s note—and then read it again before folding it carefully,
placing it in my notebook, and picking up the other two sheets he’d mentioned. One
of them was just a worksheet: the usual questions from the next chapter we were
supposed to read at home.
But the other one was a real
annoyance!
It, too, was a handout from Mr. Gisborne,
but it was a list of students who would be working together on Science Fair
projects. He had assigned people partners—and guess who mine was going to be?
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