"Mary Rosenblum - Color Vision" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenblum Mary)

“Melanie has an attention problem,” Mrs. B twitters. “She’s a special
ed student.”

Catherine Summers, head of the In Crowd, kind of snickers, and I can
feel my face getting hot. But then I notice this ugly old dish on Mrs. B’s
desk, the one she puts paper clips in.

It’s gold. With like . . . rubies in it.

Yeah . . . something is really wrong.

“I am so looking forward to working with everyone in the school.” Mr.
Teleomara’s glittery silver words are kind of hanging in the air. Like fog. And
that’s not how synesthesia works either. They’re drifting around me and I
can feel ‘em, like powdered razor blades or something. They make me itch.

Mr. Teleomara smiles even more like Mr. Beasley. “Melanie Dreyling,
it has been a long time.”

Uh-oh. Dreyling is my real name.

He can’t know that. But he’s smiling right at me and that razor-dust
silver is so thick I can barely see Jeremy’s surprised look. I got to get out of
here. I got to tell Dad. Better yet, I got to tell Cris. He’ll know what
hap-pened to Mr. Beasley and the dish.

But I can’t move. Can’t breathe. The silver stuff is clogging up the air.
 “I know your mother,” he says. “You look just like her.”

There’s this buzzing in my ears, and I think of Mr. Beasley grabbing
the poor mice and how they scream one little mousey scream before he
squeezes them. There’s this buzzing in my ears and my stomach kind of
turns inside out, maybe from breathing the razor-dust air. And Mrs. B is
clucking about my name and I’m going to faint or ...

. . . throw up.

All over my math book. And the desk. And the floor.

The silver goes away. Then Mrs. B is scolding ugly, storm-colored
words and everybody is making yuck noises and the colors are all off and
sick. I’m going to puke again, so I just bolt. Out the door, down the hall; no
way I’m going back in there again.

Mr. Teleomara is having just as much fun as Mr. Beasley does with
his mice.

“Hey, wait up!” Jeremy catches up to me as I duck out the fire door at
the end of the hall. “Are you okay?” His voice is worried, kind of this
off-orange.