Turned. Morgan Rice

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      Caitlin barely ate, a vague feeling of first-day nausea still with her. She tried to change her train of thought. She closed her eyes. She thought of her new apartment, a fifth floor walkup in a filthy building on 132nd street. Her nausea worsened. She breathed deeply, willing herself to focus on something, anything good in her life.

      Her little brother. Sam. 14 going on 20. Sam never seemed to remember that he was the youngest: he always acted like her older brother. He’d grown tough and hardened from all the moving around, from their Dad’s leaving, from the way their Mom treated them both. She could see it was getting to him and could see that he was starting to close himself off. His frequent school fights didn’t surprise her. She feared it would only get worse.

      But when it came to Caitlin, Sam absolutely loved her. And she him. He was the only constant in her life, the only one she could rely on. He seemed to retain his one soft spot left in the world for her. She was determined to do her best to protect him.

      “Caitlin?”

      She jumped.

      Standing over her, tray in one hand and violin case in the other, was Jonah.

      “Mind if I join you?”

      “Yes – I mean no,” she said, flustered.

      Idiot, she thought. Stop acting so nervous.

      Jonah flashed that smile of his, then sat across from her. He sat erect, with perfect posture, and put his violin down carefully beside him. He gently laid out his food. There was something about him, something she couldn’t quite place. He was different than anyone she’d ever met. It was like he was from a different era. He definitely did not belong in this place.

      “How’s your first day?” he asked.

      “Not what I expected.”

      “I know what you mean,” he said.

      “Is that a violin?”

      She nodded to his instrument. He kept it close, and kept one hand resting on it, as if afraid someone might steal it.

      “It’s a viola, actually. It’s just a little bigger, but it’s a much different sound. More mellow.”

      She’d never seen a viola, and hoped that he’d put it on the table and show her. But he didn’t make a move to, and she didn’t want to pry. He was still resting his hand on it, and he seemed protective of it, like it was personal and private.

      “Do you practice a lot?”

      Jonah shrugged. “A few hours a day,” he said casually.

      “A few hours!? You must be great!”

      He shrugged again. “I’m OK, I guess. There are a lot of players much better than me. But I am hoping it’s my ticket out of this place.”

      “I always wanted to play the piano,” Caitlin said.

      “Why don’t you?”

      She was going to say, I never had one, but stopped herself. Instead, she shrugged and looked back down at her food.

      “You don’t need to own a piano,” Jonah said.

      She looked up, startled that he’d read her mind.

      “There’s a rehearsal room in this school. For all the bad here, at least there’s some good. They’ll give you lessons for free. All you have to do is sign up.”

      Caitlin’s eyes widened.

      “Really?”

      “There’s a signup sheet outside the music room. Ask for Mrs. Lennox. Tell her you’re my friend.”

      Friend. Caitlin liked the sound of that word. She slowly felt a happiness welling up inside of her.

      She smiled wide. Their eyes locked for a moment.

      Staring back into his glowing, green eyes, she burned with a desire to ask him a million questions: Do you have a girlfriend? Why are you being so nice? Do you really like me?

      But, instead, she bit her tongue and said nothing.

      Afraid that their time together would run out soon, she scanned her brain for something to ask him that would prolong their conversation. She tried to think of something that would assure her that she’d see him again. But she got nervous and froze up.

      She finally opened her mouth, and just as she did, the bell rang.

      The room erupted into noise and motion, and Jonah stood, grabbing his viola.

      “I’m late,” he said, gathering his tray.

      He looked over at her tray. “Can I take yours?”

      She looked down, realizing she’d forgotten it, and shook her head.

      “OK,” he said.

      He stood there, suddenly shy, not knowing what to say.

      “Well… see you.”

      “See you,” she answered lamely, her voice barely above a whisper.

* * *

      Her first school day over, Caitlin exited the building into the sunny, March afternoon. Although a strong breeze was blowing, she didn’t feel cold anymore. Although all the kids around her were screaming as they streamed out, she was no longer bothered by the noise. She felt alive, and free. The rest of the day had gone by in a blur; she couldn’t even remember the name of a single new teacher.

      She could not stop thinking about Jonah.

      She wondered if she had acted like an idiot in the cafeteria. She had stumbled over her words; she barely even asked him any questions. All she could think of to ask him was about that stupid viola. She should have asked where he lived, where he was from, where he was applying to college.

      Most of all, if he had a girlfriend. Someone like him had to be dating someone.

      Just at that moment, a pretty, well-dressed Hispanic girl brushed by Caitlin. Caitlin looked her up and down as she passed, and wondered for a second if it was her.

      Caitlin turned down 134th street, and for a second, forgot where she was going. She’d never walked home from school before, and for a moment, she blanked on where her new apartment was. She stood there on the corner, disoriented. A cloud covered the sun and a strong wind picked up, and she suddenly felt cold again.

      “Hey, amiga!”

      Caitlin turned, and realized she was standing in front of a filthy, corner bodega. Four seedy men sat in plastic chairs before it, seemingly oblivious to the cold, grinning at her as if she were their next meal.

      “Come over here, baby!” yelled another.

      She remembered.

      132nd street. That’s it.

      She quickly turned and walked at a brisk pace down another side СКАЧАТЬ