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sstillthere,”Imusedsilently.
Whenshewassatisfiedthateverythingwasinorder,sheunlatchedthedoorandswungitopen.TherestoodJohn.
HewasslightlytallerthanMother(stillnotverytall).Hehadlongishblondhairthatsortofhunginhiseyes.Hewaswearingafadeddenimjacket,redjeansandablackandyellowstripedteeshirt.Onhisfeetwereyellowsneakers-withoutlaces6).OnelookathimandIknewIwouldlikehim.OnelookatMother'
sfaceandIknewshewasn'
tthinkingthesamething.Shedidn'
tvoiceherdisdain7),however.Shesteppedpolitelyasideandsaid,“Comein.MynameisMrs.Dawson.”
“Hello,”Johnsaid,barelyaudibly8),“I'
mJohnSteele.”Ijumpedupandgreetedhimwarmly.“Hi.I'
mKate.”Isaid.
“Katherine,youneedn'
tbesoloud,”Mymothercriticized.IpretendednottonoticeJohncockinghiseyebrow.
ThoughMothermayhavehaddoubts,Johnturnedouttobetheperfectboarder.Hehadallhisstuffbroughtinthenextdaywhilewewereoutatchurch.Hewasneat,quietandpolite.Healmostneveratewithus.ThatwasluckyforhimbecauseMotherwasahorriblecook.Shewouldn'
tletmecookeither.“Notuntilyou'
velearnedhowatschool,”shewouldsay.Ioftenwonderedwhereshehadlearned.
Anyway,allwentwellforaboutamonthuntilonedayIboughtanewBeatlesrecordandhaditplayingveryloudwhenMothercamehomefromwork.JohnwasinthelivingroomwithmeandhedidsomethingIhadn'
texpected.AsMotherwalkedintothefronthallandshouted“Kath-er-ine,”pronouncingeachsyllableharshly,Johnjumpedupandputhishandsonthedialsofthestereo.MotherappearedinthedoorwayandstoodsilentlywhileJohnremovedtherecord.Heturnedaroundtolookather.
“Wedonotplayourmusicthatloudinthishousehold,John,”shesaidseverely.Johnlookeddownathisyellowsneakersnowwithlacescourteously9)providedbythewomanwhowasglaringathim.“Isthatunderstood?
”Motherasked.
“Yesma'
am,”Johnanswered.Then,asMotherstrodeofftoherroom,Johnlookedupandflashedmeabigsmile.Iwastooshockedtosmileback.Johnwasthefirstboarderwehadeverhadwhoseemedtocareaboutme.
Ilikedhimalot,butIdidn'
treallyunderstandhim.Hewassoquiet,yetheseemedsocarefree.Hedidn'
tseemtocarethathehadnomoney,orthathewaslivinginadingy10)townwithnothinggoingforit.IwishedIcouldbemorelikehim,buttherewasalwaysMothertellingmeIwastooyoungtodothisortoooldtodothat.Johnseemedsofree.FreedomwassomethingMotherdidnotcondone.Shewasreallybeginningtobothermeatthispoint.Beingingradeseven,Ireallywastooyoungforsomethingsandtoooldfortherest.Motherjustmadethefeelingof“stuck-in-the-middleness”worsebyalwaysremindingme.
Onenightshewasyellingatmeforwantingtostayoutlaterthantenonweekends.Ijustsatandlistenedtoherraveaboutbeingworriedandtryingtomaintaindisciplineinafatherlesshomeetc.Asshewastellingmeaboutchildrenneedinglotsofrest,Johnappearedinthedoorwaybehindher.Hisexpressionwasoneofdismay,likehedidn'
tunderstandwhyshewasyellingatme.Hedidn'
tlookatmethough.HiseyesseemedtobefixedontheknotofhairatMother'
sneck.Thatknot,theperfectsymbolofstrictness,propernessandboredom.
IknewJohnwantedtobuttin,butheknewitwasnoneofhisbusiness.OrperhapshewantedmetodealwithMother.Helookeddownandwalkedaway.Hisappearance,however,gavemeinspiration.Istoodupandyelled(alittlelouderthanIshouldhave)“Mother,you'
rebeingsoconservative.”
“Younglady,youwillnotraiseyourvoicetome,”Mothersaid,eyesblazing.“Oh,forChrist'
ssake,”Imuttered.Anothermistake.
“Youcangotoyourroomwithoutdinner,Katherine.WedonottaketheLord'
snameinvain.”
Knowingthatmorearguingwoulddonogood,Iheavedanexaggeratedsighandtrudgedoffuptomyroom.AsIstompedupthestairs,IheardJohnsayhewasgoingoutforawhileandthedoorslamshut.
Aboutanhourlatertherewasaknockatmybedroomdoor.Iopenedit.Johnwasstandingtherewithabagofchocolatecaramel11)chewsandatallglassofmilk.Hesmiled.
“Ithoughtyoumightlikeasnack,”hesaid.
“Thanks,”Isaid,abitsurprised.Johnstartedtoleave;
thenhestoppedandturnedaround.
“Youknow,youshouldn’ttalkbacktoyourmother,”hesaidspeakingslowlyandcarefully.“Itdoesnogoodatyourage.Mothersareconfusedbetweenbeingamotherandafriend.Theysoongetoverit.Justwait.”Hesmiledandleft,closingthedoorbehindhim.
Laterthatnight,afterIhadgonetobed,IheardnoisesfromJohn’sroom.SinceIwaswideawakeIdecidedtoinvestigate.Itiptoeduptheatticstairs,carefultoskiptheseventhstepbecauseitsqueakedatrociously.John’sdoorwasopenandhewassittingonhisbed,fullydressed,softlyplayingtheguitar.Helookedupandsawme.
“Hello,”hesaid.“Whatareyoudoingup?
”
“Iheardyou.Whatareyoudoing?
”Iasked.
“I’m...”hepaused,“writingasong,”hefinished.
“Really?
”Iasked.“That’sneat.”
“Yeah,”Johnsaidsmiling.“Didyouenjoythecookies?
“Oh,yeah.Therearesomeleft--here.”Ipassedhimthehalffullbag.Hetookoneoutandbitintoitpensively.
“Doyouwritealotofsongs?
”Iasked,notknowingwhatelsetosay.
“Tons,”heanswered.“Infact,that’sallIdo.Well,Isingthemtoo.”
“You’reamusician.Ididn’tknowthat.”
“Yep,Iam.SomedayI‘llhaveabest-sellingalbumandberichandfamous.”
Ilaughedathisoptimism.
“Iwill,youknow,”heinsisted.“Whynot?
Otherpeoplehavedoneit.”
“Iguessso,”Isaid.“Ineverthoughtofitthatway.”
“Isuggestyoustartthinking‘thatway.’Itwouldmakeiteasiertogetthroughthistime.”
“Whattime?
Johnbithislip,searchingfortherightexpression.
“Thein-betweentime,”hefinallysaid.“Tooyoungbuttooold.Youknow--seventhgrade.”Hestoppedandlickedthechocolatefromhisfingers,thenhewenton.“Yougothroughlotsofin-betweensinyourlife.Youjustgottostickitout.Ifigureyoucan'
tgobackwardsandyoucan'
tstayinthemiddlesoyouhavetogettotheothersidesomehow.”
“I'
minanin-betweentimenow--betweenbeingnothingandsomething,butIdon’tletitgetmedown.Ilivehappyinthepresent,butIdon’tforgetthefuturebecauserightnow,it’sallIhave.”
Helookedup,straightatme.Thehelplessnessinhiseyesshockedmeandhissilentgazepiercedmyheartlikeadagger.Thenitwasgoneandhischeerfulnessreturned.
“Imaynothavemuchnow,butit’llgetbetter.I’mgonnamakeit.”Hetappedhisguitarwithhisfingers.
“IwishIcouldfeelthatway,”Isaidsoftly.
“Youcan.”heinsisted.“Don’tyouhavedreams?
“Yeah,”Ianswered.
“Well,keepdreamingthem.They’llgetyouthrough.It’salrighttohavedreams;
it’sjustabadwordforambitionanyway.”
“Yeah,you'
reright.”Iperkedupabit.
“OfcourseI’mright.I’malwaysright.Comehere.”
Ileanedforwardandhekissedmeontheforeheadsaying,“AsMickJonessays,‘Goeasy,steplightly,stayfree.’”
“Free.WhataboutMother?
”Iasked,blushing.
“Oh,mother.Letmetakecareofmother.”
“Whatareyougoingtodo?
“Oh,Idon’tknow,”hislipsformedanevilsmile.“MaybeI’llkillher.”
Ilaughedloudly.Johnwincedatthenoiseandmouthedthewords“gotobed.”Igotupandcreptbacktomyroom(skippingtheseventhstair).Isleptpeacefullyallnight.
Idon’tknowwhatJohnsaidtoMother,butthenextdaysheaskedhimtomoveout.Histhingswereassembledbythatevening.Heneversaidawordtomebutashewalkedouttohisfriend’struck,heturnedbacktomeandheldupsevenfingersforgoodluckandthentwoforpeace.Ididthesamewithtearsinmyeyes.
Icriedmyselftosleepthatnightandwouldn’teatthenextday,butstrangelyenough,Motherdidn’tsayanything.Infactsheleftmeprettymuchaloneforalong,longtimeafterthat.
Well,I’mingradetennow,andI’msupposedtobeanadult.I’msupposedtosolvemyownproblemsanddealwithmyownemotions.Mother’sstill--well--amother,andlife’sstilldull,buttherearelittlethingsthatgivehope.Likelastweek,IwasinSoundCity,andtherewasJohn’sfaceonthecoverofthenumberonesellingalbum.Youknowwhathecalledit?
TheSeventhGrade.
byGabriellePrendergast
初中一年级
(作者在创作此文时,还是加拿大高中一年级的学生,此文曾获1984年加拿大萨斯喀彻温省中学生写作竞赛一等奖。
)
约翰来到我家的那一天,我至今还记忆犹新。
我坐在死气沉沉的客厅里,感到很乏味。
在我看来,我的家整个儿来说都是毫无生气的。
屋内摆设着母亲买来的简单朴素的家具,每一面墙上都挂着一幅平淡无味的艺术画,不过是摆摆样子而已。
所有的房间都很单调乏味,只有一个房间例外,那就是小阁楼,它从来不让我感到腻味。
自从我记事以来,那间小阁楼总是放满了来我家寄宿的客人的行李和物品。
偶尔,来寄宿的也有亲戚或朋友,但大多数都是陌生人,像约翰这样的陌生人。
约翰是在9月的一个星期六下午来的。
前一个寄宿的人