Scott Westerfeld - The Secret Hour
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The Secret Hour
Midnighters 01
Scott Westerfeld
1
8:11 A.M.
REX
The halls of Bixby High School were always hideously bright on the first day of school. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, their white honeycombed plastic shields newly cleaned of dead insect shapes. The freshly shined floors dazzled, glinting in the hard September sunlight that streamed in through the schools open front doors.
Rex Greene walked slowly, wondering how the students jostling past him could run into this place. His every step was a struggle, a fight against the grating radiance of Bixby High, against being trapped here for another year. For Rex summer vacation was a place to hide, and every year this day gave him the sinking feeling of having just been discovered, caught, pinned like an escaping prisoner in a searchlight.
Rex squinted in the brightness and pushed up his glasses with one finger, wishing he could wear dark shades over their thick frames. One more layer between him and Bixby High School.
The same faces were all here. Timmy Hudson, who had beaten him up just about every day in fifth grade, passed by, not giving Rex a second glance. The surging crowd was full of old tormentors and classmates and childhood friends, but no one seemed to recognize him anymore. Rex pulled his long black coat around himself and clung to the row of lockers along the wall, waiting for the crowd to clear, wondering exactly when he had become invisible. And why. Maybe it was because the daylight world meant so little to him now.
He put his head down and edged toward class.
Then he saw the new girl.
She was his age, maybe a year younger. Her hair was deep red, and she was carrying a green book bag over one shoulder. Rex had never seen her before, and in a school as small as Bixby High, that was unusual enough. But novelty wasnt the strangest thing about her.
She was out of focus.
A faint blur clung to her face and hands, as if she were standing behind thick glass. The other faces in the crowded hall were clear in the bright sunlight, but hers wouldnt resolve no matter how hard he stared. She seemed to exist just out of the reach of focus, like music played from a copy of a copy of an old cassette tape.
Rex blinked, trying to clear his eyes, but the blurriness stayed with the girl, tracking her as she slipped further into the crowd. He abandoned his place by the wall and pushed his way after her.
That was a mistake. Now sixteen, he was a lot bigger, his dyed-black hair more obvious than ever, and his invisibility left him as he pushed purposefully through the crowd.
A shove came from behind, and Rexs balance twisted under him. More hands kept him reeling, four or five boys working together until he came to a crashing stop, his shoulder slamming into the row of lockers lining the wall.
Out of the way, dork! Rex felt a slap against the side of his face. He blinked as the world went blurry, the hall dissolving into a swirl of colors and moving blobs. The sickening sound of his glasses skittering along the floor reached his ears.
Rex lost his spex! came a voice. So Timmy Hudson did remember his name. Laughter trailed away down the hall.
Rex realized that his hands were out in front of him, feeling the air like a blind mans. He might as well be blind. Without his glasses, the world was a blender full of meaningless color.
The bell rang.
Rex slumped against the lockers, waiting for the hall to clear. Hed never catch up with the new girl now. Maybe hed imagined her.
Here, came a voice.
As he raised his eyes, Rexs mouth dropped open.
Without glasses Rexs weak eyes could see her perfectly. Behind her the hall was still a mess of blurred shapes, but her face stood out, clear and detailed. He noticed her green eyes now, flecked with gold in the sunlight.
Your glasses, she said, holding them out. Even this close, the thick frames were still fuzzy, but he could see the girls outstretched hand with crystal clarity. The Focus clung to her.
Finally willing himself to move, Rex closed his mouth and took the glasses. When he put them on, the rest of the world jumped into focus, and the girl blurred again. Just like the others always did.
Thanks, he managed.
Thats okay. She smiled, shrugged, and looked around at the almost empty hall. I guess were late now. I dont even know where Im going.
Her accent sounded midwestern, crisper than Rexs Oklahoma drawl.
No, that was the eight-fifteen bell, he explained. The late bells at eight-twenty. Wherere you headed?
Room T-29. She held a schedule card tightly in one hand.
He pointed back at the doorway. Thats in the temps. Outside on the right. Those trailers you saw on the way in.
She looked outside with a frown. Okay, she said hesitantly, like shed never had class in a trailer before. Well, I better get going.
He nodded. As she walked away, Rex pulled off his glasses again, and again she jumped into clarity as the rest of the world became a blur.
Rex finally allowed himself to believe it and smiled. Another one, and from somewhere beyond Bixby, Oklahoma. Maybe this year was going to be different.
Rex saw the new girl a few more times before lunch.
She was already making friends. In a small school like Bixby, there was something exciting about a new studentpeople wanted to find out about her. Already the popular kids were staking a claim to her, gossiping about what theyd learned about her, trading on her friendship.
Rex knew that the rules of popularity wouldnt allow him near her again, but he hovered nearby, listening, using his invisibility. Not really invisible, of course, but just as good. In his black shirt and jeans, with his dyed-black hair, he could disappear into shadows and corners. There werent that many students like Timmy Hudson at Bixby High. Most people were happy to ignore Rex and his friends.
It didnt take Rex long to find out a few things about Jessica Day.
In the lunchroom he found Melissa and Dess in the usual place.
He sat across from Melissa, giving her space. As always, her sleeves were pulled down, almost covering her hands against any accidental touch, and she wore headphones, the hiss of metal power chords audible from them like an insistent whisper. Melissa didnt like crowds; any sizable number of regular people drove her crazy. Even a full classroom tested her limits. Without headphones she found the bickering, striving chaos of the lunchroom unbearable.
Dess ate nothing, didnt even push her food around, just folded her hands and peered at the ceiling through dark sunglasses.
Here again for another year, Dess said. How much does this suck?
Rex reflexively started to agree but paused. All summer he had dreaded another year of awful lunches, hiding from the blazing skylights here in the dimmest corner. But for once he was actually excited to be in the Bixby High lunchroom.
The new girl was only a few tables away, surrounded by new friends.
Maybe, maybe not, he said. See that girl?
Mmm, Dess answered, her face still raised to the ceiling, probably counting the tiles up there.
Shes new. Her name is Jessica Day, Rex said. Shes from Chicago.
And Im interested in this why? Dess asked.
She just moved here a few days ago. Sophomore.
Still bored.
Shes not boring.
Dess sighed and lowered her head to peer through her sunglasses at the new girl. She snorted. First day at Bixby and shes already right in the middle of the daylight crowd. Nothing interesting about that. Shes exactly the same as the other hundred and eighty-seven people in here.
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