The Carrie Diaries and Summer in the City. Candace Bushnell
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Название: The Carrie Diaries and Summer in the City
Автор: Candace Bushnell
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780008124267
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“If you can’t think of a very good reason to do it, then don’t,” The Gorgon snapped. “Being a writer is all about having something to say. And it’d better be interesting. If you don’t have anything interesting to say, don’t become a writer. Become something useful. Like a doctor.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
The Gorgon held out her hand for my mother’s book. For a moment, I thought about snatching it away and running out of there, but I was too intimidated. The Gorgon scrawled her name in sharp, tiny handwriting.
“Thank you for coming, Carrie,” Ms. Detooten said as the book was handed back to me.
My mouth was dry. I nodded my head dumbly as I stumbled outside.
I was too weak to pick up my bike. I sat on the curb instead, trying to recover my ego. I waited as poisonous waves of shame crashed over me, and when they passed, I stood up, feeling as if I’d lost a dimension. I got on my bike and rode home.
“How’d it go?” my mother whispered later, when she was awake. I sat on the chair next to her bed, holding her hand. My mother always took good care of her hands. If you only looked at her hands, you would never know she was sick.
I shrugged. “They didn’t have the book I wanted.”
My mother nodded. “Maybe next time.”
I never told my mother how I’d gone to see her hero, Mary Gordon Howard. I never told her Mary Gordon Howard had signed her book. I certainly didn’t tell her that Mary Gordon Howard was no feminist. How can you be a feminist when you treat other women like dirt? Then you’re just a mean girl like Donna LaDonna. I never told anyone about the incident at all. But it stayed with me, like a terrible beating you can push out of your mind but never quite forget.
I still feel a flicker of shame when I think about it. I wanted Mary Gordon Howard to rescue me.
But that was a long time ago. I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t need to feel ashamed. I turn over and squish my pillow under my cheek, thinking about my date with Sebastian.
And I don’t need to be rescued anymore, either.
“I hear Donna LaDonna is seeing Sebastian Kydd,” Lali says, adjusting her goggles.
What? I dip my toe into the water as I tug on the straps of my Speedo, trying to compose myself. “Really,” I say casually. “How’d you hear that?”
“She told the two Jens and they’re telling everyone.”
“Maybe she’s making it up,” I say, stretching my legs.
“Why would she do that?”
I get up on the block next to her and shrug.
“On your mark. Get set. Go!” Coach Nipsie says.
As we’re both airborne, I suddenly shout, “I went on a date with Sebastian Kydd.”
I catch a glimpse of her shocked expression as she belly flops into the pool.
The water’s cold, barely seventy-five degrees. I swim one lap, turn, and when I see Lali coming up behind me, start pounding the water.
Lali’s a better swimmer than I am, but I’m the better diver. For almost eight years now, we’ve been competing with each other and against each other. We’ve gotten up at four a.m., swallowed weird concoctions of raw eggs to make us stronger, spent weeks at swimming camp, given each other wedgies, made up funny victory dances, and painted our faces with the school colors. We’ve been screamed at by coaches, berated by mothers, and made little kids cry. We’re considered a bad combination, but so far, no one’s been able to separate us.
We swim an exhausting eight-lap medley. Lali passes me on the sixth lap, and when I hit the wall, she’s standing above me, dripping water into my lane. “Nice way to freak out the competition,” she says as we high-five.
“Except it’s true,” I say, grabbing my towel and rubbing my head.
“What?”
“Last night. He came to my house. We went to a museum. Then we went to his house and made out.”
“Uh-huh.” She flexes her foot and pulls it up to her thigh.
“And he spent a summer living in Rome. And”—I look around to make sure no one is listening—“he bites his nails.”
“Right, Bradley.”
“Lali,” I whisper.“I’m serious.”
She stops stretching her leg and looks at me. For a second, I think she’s angry. Then she grins and blurts out,“Come on, Carrie. Why would Sebastian Kydd go out with you?”
For a moment, we’re both stunned into one of those terrible awkward moments when a friend has gone too far and you wonder if ugly words will be exchanged. You’ll say something nasty and defensive. She’ll say something hurtful and cruel. You wonder if you’ll ever speak again.
But maybe she didn’t mean it. So you give her another chance. “Why wouldn’t he?” I ask, trying to make light of it.
“It’s only because of Donna LaDonna,” she says, backtracking. “I mean, if he’s seeing her…you wouldn’t think he’d start seeing someone else, too.”
“Maybe he isn’t seeing her,” I say, my throat tight. I’d been looking forward to telling Lali everything about the date, turning over each little thing he said and did, but now I can’t.
What if he is seeing Donna LaDonna? I’ll look like a complete and utter fool.
“Bradshaw!” Coach Nipsie shouts. “What the hell is wrong with you today? You’re up on the planks.”
“Sorry,” I say to Lali, as if somehow it’s all my fault. I grab my towel and head to the diving boards.
“And I need you to nail the half gainer with a full twist for the meet on Thursday,” Coach Nipsie calls out.
Great.
I climb the rungs to the board and pause, trying to visualize my dive. But all I can see is Donna LaDonna and Sebastian together that night at The Emerald. Maybe Lali is right. Why would he bother chasing me if he’s still seeing Donna LaDonna? On the other hand, maybe he isn’t seeing her and Lali’s just trying to mess me up. But why would she do that?
“Bradshaw!” Coach Nipsie warns. “I don’t have all day.”
Right. I take four steps, come down hard on my left foot, and pop straight up. As soon as I’m in the air, I know the dive is going to be a disaster. My arms and legs flail to the side as I land on the back of my head.
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