Things the Eye Can't See. Penny Joelson

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СКАЧАТЬ He doesn’t say much, so I don’t really notice him. The only thing I’ve noticed is his height. I’ve been paired with him a couple of times for projects and he has a nice voice, but he’s a bit of a loner and he seems to be absent from school more than most. He’s never been in trouble though – not even a detention for late homework as far I know.

      My challenge is to somehow approach Kyle and give him the note without attracting attention. It isn’t going to be easy. I might think that he’s on his own, but there could be a bunch of people nearby who I don’t even know are there and who can see everything.

      I always meet my best friend Madz at the school gate. I want to tell her. I wasn’t going to, but as I get closer to school I think maybe I will. I can trust Madz – and it would be a lot easier to do this with her help.

      ‘Hey Libs! Hey Samson!’ Madz is in her usual spot on the wall. She jumps down to greet me.

      ‘Hi Madz. You all right?’

      ‘Yeah. But last night was a disaster!’

      ‘Why?’ I ask.

      ‘I think I’ve made a mess of things with Ollie.’

      ‘Oh – what happened?’ I ask.

      ‘You know I was meeting him to see that film?’

      I do know this. I was actually a bit peeved because I wanted to go to the film with Madz. And yes – I do enjoy the cinema. Once, when I had just started secondary school, a group of girls that I was hanging out with arranged to go to the cinema and didn’t even tell me, as they thought I’d be upset to be left out. When I told them I could have used headphones and audio-description (a voice describes the action through the headphones) and that I love going to the cinema, they were completely shocked. At least they didn’t leave me out again after that.

      Madz and I go to the cinema quite often – or we did, until Ollie came on the scene three weeks ago. Now he’s all that Madz can talk about. I don’t want to be jealous of her having a boyfriend, but sometimes it’s difficult.

      ‘So what happened?’ I ask.

      ‘I only went to the wrong cinema, Libs! I went to the Vue and Ollie had booked for the Odeon!’

      ‘Oh no! What did you do?’

      ‘I felt such an idiot. I waited for ages – and then I called him, and I couldn’t believe it! I said I’d get the next bus, but he said it was crazy to miss the beginning and he’d get his mate to come instead. I’m gutted, Libby. I’ve got to find him now and make sure things are OK between us. I’m scared he thinks I’m stupid or that I wasn’t bothered enough to turn up. You don’t mind, do you?’

      ‘No, sure,’ I say. ‘He’ll be OK about it, won’t he?’

      ‘I hope so – I’ll see you at registration.’

      ‘Yes,’ I say, as we reach the doors.

      ‘Great.’ She touches my shoulder gently. And then she’s gone.

      Someone shoves past me and I call out, ‘Hey, watch it!’

      I hate the crowded corridors first thing in the morning. I direct Samson towards our form room and he leads me there, carefully weaving in and out of the crowds. I’m relieved when we reach the room and I’m in my chair, with Samson snuggled under the desk by my legs. I didn’t get to tell Madz about Charlie, and now I’m thinking about it, I’m glad I didn’t. I don’t need her help with this. I want to do it myself.

      Five minutes later, Madz sneaks in beside me just as Miss Terri starts the register.

      ‘Well?’ I whisper.

      ‘He’s cool. I’m so relieved!’ she whispers back. ‘He’s asked me to watch him play cricket at lunch. Would you mind? Can you manage without me?’

      ‘You’re not my carer,’ I remind her. ‘I’ll be fine.’

      I’m irritated that she thinks I can’t cope without her, but also that she didn’t ask me to join her. Not that I want to sit around at a cricket match.

      Samson shuffles against my feet, as the implications of what she said start to filter through. I start to worry. Lunch in the dining hall is much easier with Madz. I don’t have to think too much because she always finds us a table, and makes sure I don’t put my lunch down too close to the edge, and that there’s an empty chair so I’m not sitting on someone’s bag where they’ve saved a seat.

      I have other friends, but not close like Madz, and everyone has their lunch groups and routines. I’d feel awkward saying, ‘Can I sit with you at lunch?’ to Kaeya or Lilly. And then I’d have to ask them for that little bit of help too, but without them fussing over me. Madz does everything with no fuss. I forget she’s even doing it.

      ‘Are you OK? I feel really bad,’ Madz says.

      ‘It’s fine,’ I assure her. ‘You’ve got to have a life. I’m happy for you. I have to get used to doing stuff without you.’

      I’m used to spending a lot of time with Madz – before school, lunchtimes, at least one night after school each week and one day at the weekend. I’ve never wanted her to feel that I’m relying on her. Our friendship hasn’t felt like that. Being with her is effortless and I don’t have to explain anything. Yet now she’s got a boyfriend and isn’t going to be around so much, I feel vulnerable and needy, and I don’t like it.

      As well as the cinema, we go shopping together, take Samson to the park – all sorts of things. Apart from that, if I am out it’s with Mum or Dad and sometimes Joe too. All I actually do on my own, with Samson, is simple, familiar, routine journeys – the walk to and from school, sometimes the walk to the station to meet someone, the walk to Madz’s house and the walk to the shop at the end of our road.

      We’d been talking about extending my reach – learning new routes to new places. It’s something I’d mentioned to Dad before, but he got all nervous and said we’d have to get Gina, my guide dog mobility instructor, to teach me and Samson the routes. Madz was going to help me, but now she won’t have time. I feel like my world is suddenly a little smaller.

      ‘I’ll still be around,’ says Madz, putting her hand on mine and squeezing. ‘We can still do things.’

      I squeeze her hand back. ‘I’ll be fine. You’ll have to tell me every detail of how it’s going!’

      ‘Maybe not every detail!’ she giggles, as the bell rings for first lesson.

      *

      Today feels weird. I’m used to the regular routine of my life. In the last few weeks I’ve had to adjust to Madz spending time with Ollie, and now I have a note to give to a boy I barely know.

      Kyle isn’t in my form, but I have three lessons with him today – maths, geography and art. I still haven’t worked out a way to approach him in class without anyone noticing. I’ll have to wait until after; maybe on the way out of a lesson. The corner of the envelope keeps digging into my thigh, reminding me it’s there.

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