The Original Ginny Moon. Benjamin Ouvrier Ludwig
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Название: The Original Ginny Moon
Автор: Benjamin Ouvrier Ludwig
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: MIRA
isbn: 9781474055499
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And then my Forever Mom said, “Honey, the fireworks are over.”
Which was when I saw it was 10:43. It was way past nine o’clock.
I started picking at my fingers. “Do you see what time it is?” I said.
“It’s 10:44,” said my Forever Mom.
I looked and she was right. The clock had changed. It wasn’t 10:43 anymore. It was 10:44 so I said, “Well dang!”
I started biting the skin on my lips. “It’s past my bedtime,” I said and in my head I wrote,
Bedtime = 9:00 at Night
“That’s okay,” my Forever Dad said. “It’s okay to stay up late once in a while, isn’t it?”
“But it’s past nine o’clock,” I said.
“That’s right,” said my Forever Mom. It sounded like she wanted to say something else but then she didn’t. She just sat there quietly in the front seat while someone on the radio sang about the numbers twenty-five and six-two-four. And now the numbers on the clock said 10:45. None of those numbers were like the numbers in my head which were still nine and zero and zero.
“I have to go straight to bed,” I said.
“Do you want to stay up a little to watch some TV? Just to decompress?”
Decompressing is like deescalating. It means let’s take a little time to calm down. I shook my head no. “I have to go to bed now,” I said because nine o’clock is my bedtime and I have to have nine grapes with my human milk in the morning. Nine years old is how old I was when the police came. It’s how old I was before Forever started.
“What about brushing your teeth?” said my Forever Dad. “Don’t you want to brush your teeth first?”
It’s a rule that We always brush our teeth before going to bed. And I like rules. “Okay, yes, fine,” I said. “After I brush my teeth. And after I go to the bathroom and wash my hands. And after I get a drink of water to put on my dresser and put on jammies. Then I’ll go straight to bed.”
“Which jammies will you wear tonight?” my Forever Mom asked. “The ones with the cats, or the ones with the sock monkeys?”
“The ones with the cats,” I said. “The ones with the sock monkeys are for Mondays.”
Then I thought about my Baby Doll and decided to sing it a lullaby. Even though it couldn’t hear me. Because I could still see the fireworks in my brain which is where I see my Baby Doll. I started singing “I’ll Be There” for it. My Forever Dad turned off the twenty-five or six-two-four and my Forever Mom put her hand over the clock. When it came to the part about looking over my shoulder I said, “Oooooh!” just like Michael Jackson which is not the same way a ghost says it but still. Then I looked over my shoulder and inside my eyes I saw Little Michael Jackson giving Bubbles a great big hug through the bars at the zoo.
“You’re doing great, Forever Girl,” my Forever Dad said. It’s all right for them to call me that for now because it’s still true. I like being their Forever Girl and I’ll miss them both but it’s already way, way, way past my nine. Past nine o’clock and nine years old. I don’t want to go back to that scary place but I have to, have to, have to.
11:32 IN THE MORNING, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH
In science we are studying hurricanes. I am working with Alison Hill on our project. We have to make a poster and write a report about how hurricanes work. We have to type a list of facts too. But my job is to make the poster. Mrs. Wake is helping me put dots of glue on a big piece of white poster board so that I can attach cotton balls to it. I’m not allowed to use the glue because Ms. Dana told her what happened last year when I memorized the combination to the supply cabinet in Room Five.
But in a minute I’m going to need the glue. It’s part of my secret plan.
“That’s very good, Ginny,” Mrs. Wake says. “Now let’s put some on the bands of clouds on the outside of the hurricane. Those outer winds are the most destructive, so we need to make sure they stand out.”
I put two more cotton balls on the poster board. Alison Hill is near the window at a long table typing the list of facts. Alison Hill is good at typing. She is faster than Larry and faster than me but she gets really mad sometimes when you try to make her go as fast as she can.
I put down the cotton ball I am holding. “Alison Hill, are you done yet?” I ask.
“Not yet, Ginny,” she says.
I look at my watch. The time is 11:35. I put my pencil down on the table hard so that it makes a slap. Then I make a loud breathing sound.
Alison Hill keeps typing.
I pick up the scissors and start cutting out the curved arrows that Mrs. Wake drew for me. I make the breathing sound again. “I am almost ready for those facts,” I say.
Alison Hill slams her hands down on the keyboard. “Ginny, leave me alone!”
“Ginny,” says Mrs. Wake.
But her voice didn’t go up so she wasn’t asking a question.
“I bet the facts would be done if Larry was typing,” I say.
Then Alison Hill throws her paper and pencil in the air and stands up. I look at her. She has her fingers curled up like claws. Mrs. Wake walks over to her and starts to deescalate the situation. They start talking loud and fast.
So I grab the glue and squeeze it all over Mrs. Wake’s chair. I squeeze and I squeeze and I squeeze. Then I put the bottle on the ground and move it under the table with my foot where she can’t see it.
When Mrs. Wake is finished helping Alison Hill calm down she comes back to help me some more. She sits down. “Let’s let Alison get her work done,” she says. “Don’t talk to her right now. She needs to focus.”
So I say, “I can’t find the glue.”
Mrs. Wake looks around. “It was here just a minute ago,” she says. “Ginny, did you eat the glue? Ms. Dana said—”
Then she gets a funny look on her face and puts her hand under her bottom.
I make sure my mouth is closed.
“Did you do this?” she says. And stands up. She is wearing a nice gray skirt. She tries to look at her bottom but her neck isn’t long enough so she puts her hand there instead. She looks at her hand. She looks at me. Her eyes get big and wet. “Ginny, I can’t believe you!” she says. Then she runs out of the library.
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