Mockingbird (13 page)

We’re all special in different ways,
she says.
Special IS good.

I can feel Mrs. Brook nodding even though I don’t Look At The Person.

Besides,
I tell her,
I’m NOT autistic. William H. is autistic.

Caitlin,
she says.
Did you know that William is very good at soccer? And that he can play the piano? And that he’s my friend?

No.
I knew that he had Mrs. Brook time but I didn’t know they were friends.

I like William,
Mrs. Brook says.
And I can’t play the piano at all or play soccer. We all have different talents—

I know,
I say
.

But Mrs. Brook talks right on top of my words
—and just because we’re better at some things than William doesn’t mean we’re any better than he is.

I nod and sigh.
It is what I meant.

Yes,
I say. It’s my turn to talk on top of her words now.
I Get It. William H. even remembers to smile a lot more than I do so there are several things he’s better at than me.
I sigh again.
But I’m still not like him. Not exactly.
I Look At The Person.
Am I?

We all fall on the spectrum of behavior somewhere.
She puts one hand on one side of the table and her other grips the far side.
Here’s the spectrum,
she says.
It’s a line and we’re all on it. Some of us are farther along the line than others.

I know from art class that a spectrum is all the colors of the rainbow. It’s more like a prism than a line. Or maybe a fat line with lots of colors. I don’t like the way colors blur together in art. How do you know where one ends and the other begins? I have to know exactly where I am in space. That’s why I draw in black and white.

Mrs. Brook picks up one hand and runs a finger almost all the way to the end of the table.
You’re around here. Very high functioning. Very smart. Very capable.

William H. is on the other side,
I say.

I grip the edges of the table like Mrs. Brook and squinch my eyes at the tabletop and wonder which spot EXACTLY is me. I don’t want to run into anyone else. You just don’t know what might happen.

You should be very proud of yourself for trying so hard today. Remember that everyone can find a friend.
She is still gripping the edges of the table. So hard that her knuckles are pale.
And obviously we need to work on friendship skills in the fifth grade as a whole. These girls need some educating.

They need to learn some finesse too,
I say.

Mrs. Brook nods.
Yes. And some better friendship skills.

I know it
.
They will never make friends that way.

CHAPTER 31

IT’S A GIRL THING

AFTER RECESS I HATE PE THE most. Recess I hate because everyone screams and runs around crazy and grabs you and pushes you and you have absolutely no idea what will happen next. At least in PE there is a teacher so you know what will happen next even though it might involve screaming, grabbing and running around crazy.

Class!
Mr. Mason shouts. He always shouts. It’s just what PE teachers do.
Boys! JoshNelson-BruceShaneJoey! Stop that right now or you’ll be getting a special one-way ticket to see Miss Harper!

I don’t see why they get to have a special one-way ticket to the principal’s office. I’m behaving myself perfectly and I am getting no free tickets.

Can we have free play today?
a boy asks.

When pigs fly,
Mr. Mason says. I’m not sure what he means by that.

Dodgeball today!
he yells, and I start sucking on my sleeve. Dodgeball is bad enough but I hope he doesn’t try to make us wear pinnies. I hate the feel of them. And they remind me of clamshells and I hate the gooey icky inside of a clam.

He goes to the closet and pulls out the big cardboard box with the pinnies and I start sucking both sleeves. He grabs William H. who is trying to run out the door.
Shane and Bruce! What did I just tell you? You’re watching William H.! Everyone else—put on these pinnies! And hurry! William H. loves dodgeball so the sooner we get this game started the better!
Mr. Mason starts throwing yellow and red pinnies at people around the gym.

A yellow one lands at my feet and I stare at it.

I stare at it.

Mr. Mason!
Shane yells.
I can’t hold William H.!

Mr. Mason swears and goes to grab William H.
Hurry up and get ready!
He looks over at me.
Caitlin! The pinnie!

What?
Why is he talking about fish?

Some people laugh. I’m not sure who all the autistic kids are. I thought William H. was the only one.

Some girls are whispering next to me. I brace myself because when a bunch of girls is whispering that usually means someone will squeal or scream so I need to be prepared. Emma is one of the girls and she’s pretty loud most of the time.

This time is no different. She tells Mr. Mason,
Some of us need to go see Mrs. Brook.

Why?
Mr. Mason asks.

I wonder too. I never knew she went to see Mrs. Brook.

The other girls are also looking at her. Finally she answers.
It’s a girl thing.

Mr. Mason’s face goes red and he nods.

I will have to remember that remark.

Emma looks at me then at Mr. Mason then back to me.
I think you should come with us.

I follow Emma and two other girls down the hall to Mrs. Brook’s room. Emma is complaining loudly about Mr. Mason, saying,
That was SO inappropriate,
even though there’s No Talking In The Hall. I try to remind her but Emma’s voice takes up all the room. When she grows up she should be one of those TV interviewers on Fox Five News who doesn’t let anyone else talk even if they try.

When we get to Mrs. Brook’s room she’s on the phone but it doesn’t stop Emma from blurting out something so fast I can’t even follow it.

Mrs. Brook tells the phone person she’ll have to call back and she hangs up.

What happened?
Mrs. Brook asks.

No one says anything.

Still no one says anything.

Then they all look at me.

This means they want me to tell Mrs. Brook what happened.

So I do.
Mr. Mason wants to know why they give him all the autistic kids.

Mrs. Brook’s neck does its turtle jerk. She looks at the girls.
I see.

I look at Emma and the other two girls also.
I don’t think they’re autistic. I don’t know who he’s talking about.

Emma looks at me with a sad face.
He was talking about you.

I know,
she says quickly.
He shouldn’t have said that.

He knows that too,
Mrs. Brook says.
We’re all still . . . very stressed.

One of the other girls says,
William H. doesn’t have his assistant so Mr. Mason is going a little nuts.

Oh dear!
Mrs. Brook stands up.
Someone should have told me!

Her shoes squeak down the hall to the gym very fast and we follow. She speaks with Mr. Mason and takes William H. from Bruce and Shane.

Mr. Mason comes over to me.

I think he’s going to make me wear the pinnie so I start to talk but he interrupts me.

I’m surprised to hear him speak without shouting.
That’s okay. I think William H. is the only autistic kid they give you though.

You’re right Caitlin.
He sighs.
I learned a good lesson today.

He smiles.
You know what? Today I think I have to wear the pinnie.
He goes to the box and puts on a yellow pinnie but it only fits around his neck instead of his whole body and it looks like a scarf. People laugh at him but he laughs too. He also winks at me. And even though he looks funny I think he has learned a little finesse today.

CHAPTER 32

DAD-OH

WHAT IS A DAD-OH?
I ASK DAD.

DAY-doe,
he says,
and it’s a groove in a piece of wood.
But his lip curls up on one side.

He is starting to smile. I know what that means. Closure must be coming!

So I Work At It.
I like DAD-OH better.

His lips curl up again on the left side.

I say Dad-oh four more times.

And his lips curl up on the left side every time.

And when I say it one more time,
Good night Dad-oh,
both sides of his lips curl up. So do mine. Because Closure is a very good thing to see.

 

 

After Dad-oh goes to bed and I’m sure he’s asleep I sneak into Devon’s room and borrow his Boy Scout knife and camping flashlight and go to the living room. Then I slide my head under the chest and turn on the flashlight so it lights up just the bottom of the chest. That way the room stays dark and Dad won’t know what I’m doing. I look for the perfect spot on the underside of the chest and I carve in big letters on his chest just like Devon did for me: SCOUT.

CHAPTER 33

GROUP PROJECT INCLUDING OTHER PEOPLE

MRS. JOHNSON ANNOUNCES ANOTHER group project. I raise my hand. She closes her eyes for a moment and sighs.
Yes Caitlin. I know you don’t want to be in a group but
—

I do want to be in a group. This is going to be my first group project in a group.
I add,
In school,
because I remember that the chest is kind of a group project with Dad-oh.

Oh. Okay. That’s great.
She claps twice.
Class! We’re going to the computer lab so you can do your research. We have to share the computers with the other fifth-grade class so some of you will need to sit at the tables.

Some people groan. I don’t. I just think one thing. Josh.

We’re lucky to have a computer lab at all in such a small school,
Mrs. Johnson reminds us like she does every time we go to the computer lab.
I’m going to bring some supplies with us and when we get there we’ll break into groups and I’ll tell you what the project is.

We all get up and I see Mrs. Johnson pick up two bins of markers which is a very good sign. It means there is drawing involved.

At the computer lab Mrs. Johnson says,
Our project is on the state of Virginia. It’s a project that involves research and a lot of drawing because you’ll need the flag, the state flower, the state bird, et cetera.

I’m so happy! I love drawing!

Emma invites me to join her group with Brianna and Shane.
Okay,
I say, and I tell them how lucky they are.
I’m probably the best artist in the state of Virginia.

Shane and Brianna look at each other and laugh. I wonder if they’re happy.

Emma chews her lip.
You don’t have to be the best. You can do all the drawing though if you want.

Yay!
I smile at my group until my cheeks start hurting and I have to stop.

Mrs. Johnson puts markers and paper and some books about Virginia on the tables. Shane wants to sit at the computer so I sit next to Emma and Brianna at one of the tables in the back of the room with a bunch of kids from the other fifth grade. Josh is at the table in front of ours. I don’t look at him. I start drawing right away.

Hey! You!
Josh says.

I want to shake my hands but instead I draw even faster.

Emma whips her head up from the book she’s reading.
Shut up Josh!

His face goes pink and his eyes blink a lot.
I was just going to see if I could borrow a red marker. Thanks a lot!
He turns around and sniffs.

I stop drawing and look down at my pile of markers next to me. There are three red ones. I take one and lean across the table and poke Josh in the back with it.

He whirls around.
What the—!

Here,
I say.

His lips squish around a lot so I can’t tell if he’s smiling or frowning but he takes the marker from me. He does not say thank you but I decide I’ll accept his thank you from earlier.

Shane looks up the state everything on the computer.
The state dog is the American foxhound and the state fish is a brook trout,
he calls out.

I draw them and also a dogwood—the state tree AND flower—with a cardinal in it—the state bird. Everyone thinks cardinals are red but actually that’s just the male. I don’t do colors so my cardinal is a female. When I’m done I show my group.