The light is weird all of a sudden, sort of green and tumbling, and when I look up past the table and Ms. Hafsaas’s looming whistle and nose, the trees are weird, too. The leaves on the silver maples are turning downside up, like they’re looking skyward and holding their breath. Hercules barks once and for just a second the whole world falls still. Sirens. I slam into the sidewalk before I even know what the sound is—I’m just down. The sirens are loud like the end of the world. Someone grabs my arm. I crab away, my chin scraping on concrete. I clamp my teeth together so I won’t make any
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