ALSO BY JERRY SPINELLI
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WITH EILEEN SPINELLI
Today I Will
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Contents
To Kathy Frazier
and the Stargirls
of Kent, Ohio
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Emily Dickinson
6:57 a.m.
No way.
This is Worms first groggy thought even before he opens his eyes. He actually whispers it to his pillow: No way. Because the feeling he wakes up withthe same one he went to bed withmakes no sense: he wants to go to school.
Wants to!
But noweyes open, head clearinghe realizes its true. For the first time in his life, he does want to go to school. He deliciously reviews the reasons:
1. Its a half dayhah!if
2.if youre an eighth grader. Then you get to motorize on outta there at the end of fourth period. Thats 11:43 if youre keeping score. And OMG, does it get any better?Even though hell be there, itll be like hes not there. Think it again, Worm: like hes not there. Why? Because of this dumb, gorgeous thing called Dead Wednesday. Hes been hearing it since his elementary days: if youre an eighth grader, you get to be invisible. In the past two years hes witnessed it. No teacher will ask you a question. Nobody will hassle you. You can goof off all you want and nobody will care. Worm has witnessed Frisbees and moose calls flying in the hallways. Eddie himself has said many times: You can stand on the teachers desk and blow a rocket blastoff fart, and you wont get sent to Discipline.
Worm doesnt doubt Eddie. But neither does he care much about the license to goof off. To begin with, hes not a goof-offer. Plus, he likes the part about being invisible. For Worm is well named. He prefers to be out of sight, underground, watching, listening. A spectator. He walked the world unseen. That would be Worms perfect epitaph. He mouths a silent thank-you to the Wrappers.
3. Every minute spent in school brings the end of it closer. Seven days and a wake-up. And then comes the only thing that makes the nine and a half months of school endurable: the ocean, the prairie, the vast Siberia of schoolless time known as summer vacation.
So yeahtodaytoday he wants to go to school.
Ohand how could he forget?
4. The fight. Jeep Waterstone and Snake Davis are going to fight at twelve-thirty at the old cannon in Veterans Park. Theyve hated each other since first grade and theyre finally going to settle it.
So Worm has awakened to a day like no other, a day of four beautiful things. He stretches in bed, reviews the beautiful things in his mind.
Every Thanksgiving, when two grandmas and a grandpa show up, Worms father stands over the turkey and smothers everybody in a stupid grin and shakes his head as if he cant believe it and says, We are truly blessed. Until that moment passes, Worm is always a tight knot of cringe. But now, for the first time, he gets it. He is blessed.
7:10 a.m.
Worms pj bottoms are down at his knees when his bedroom door begins to open. He screams, Mom!
The door slams shut.
Youre never up! she screams back.
Well, Im up today!
Youre never up!
Im up!
Every morning I have to drag you out of bedhe can tell by her receding voice that shes heading back down the hallwayevery morning of your life.
Did she see him?
He doesnt think so. He caught a glimpse of her chin and fingers at the edge of the door, but no eye.
He quickly fumbles out of his pjs and into his clothes. As hes pulling on his sneaks, he wonders how many will show up at the fight. All the guys, he figures. And some girls. Shootmaybe even a teacher or two!
He tugs his laces tight. He smiles. He allows himself a little giggle. He whispers to his sneaks: I am truly blessed.
7:13 a.m.
The blessing abruptly ends as Worm walks the plank.
Thats what it feels like: down the hallway, past his parents bedroom, down the stairs, through the dining room. Only its not a normal dining room. People are already therestrangerssitting at two round tables, eating breakfast, his mother smiling a whole years worth, shamelessly kissing butts. More coffee, Mr. So-and-So? Is the toast warm enough, Miss So-and-So?
The strangers in his house are writers. They stay in eight cabins in the meadow (which Worm has to mow). Most of them take their meals in his dining room. The rest of the time theyre in the cabins, writing away.
His parents advertise it online:
WRITERS RE-TREAT!
Just YOU and your MANUSCRIPT
in the
BEAUTY and SOLITUDE
of the
POCONO MOUNTAINS!
Every morning Worm dreads the endless walk through the dining room. He hates it as much as he hates mirrors. He cannot believe he once looked forward to it.
His mother claims that when he was really little, he used to entertain the dining room writers by singing Im a Little Teapot for them, complete with adorable gestures. Worm has no memory of this, and the older he gets, the more he doubts its true.
What he does remember is his mother introducing him to each weeks new batch of writers:
This is our son, Robbie. You can thank him for your fresh towels each day.
Followed by a blitz:
Hi, Robbie!
Hi, Robbie!
Hi, Robbie!
Things came to a head one day a year ago when his mother roadblocked him and introduced him to some supposedly famous writer of books for kids: Robbie, this is Gwen Nevins. To Worms horror, the lady put down her fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and stood as if Worm was some big shot or something. Robbie, she said, nice to meet you, and stuck out her hand. Worm heard his mother say, Robbie devours your books.