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died； you see； and I went into another world。 And then I died again。 You're going to say that stuff like that doesn't happen； and of course you're right； and part of my mind knows you're right； but most of my mind knows that you're wrong。 It did happen。 I did die。
If he said something like that； Mr。 Bissette would be on the phone to Elmer Chambers at once； and Jake thought that Sunnyvale Sanitarium would probably look like a rest…cure after all the stuff his father would have to say on the subject of lads who started having crazy notions just before Finals Week。 Kids who did things that couldn't be discussed over lunch or cocktails。 Kids Who Let Down The Side。
Jake forced himself to smile at Mr。 Bissette。 〃I'm a little worried about exams； that's all。〃
Mr。 Bissette winked。 〃You'll do fine。〃
Ms。 Franks began to ring the Assembly Bell。 Each peal stabbed into Jake's ears and then seemed to flash across his brain like a small rocket。
〃e on；〃 Mr。 Bissette said。 〃We'll be late。 Can't be late on the first day of Finals Week； can we？〃
They went in past Ms。 Franks and her clashing bell。 Mr。 Bissette headed toward the row of seats called Faculty Choir。 There were lots of cute names like that at Piper School； the auditorium was the …mon Room； lunch…hour was Outs； seventh… and eighth…graders were Upper Boys and Girls； and； of course； the folding chairs over by the piano （which Ms。 Franks would soon begin to pound as mercilessly as she rang her silver bell） was Faculty Choir。 All part of the tradition； Jake supposed。 If you were a parent who knew your kid had Outs in the mon Room at noon instead of just slopping up Tuna Surprise in the caff； you relaxed into the assurance that everything was A…OK in the education department。
He slipped into a seat at the rear of the room and let the morn…ing's announcements wash over him。 The terror ran endlessly on in his mind； making him feel like a rat trapped on an exercise wheel。 And when he tried to look ahead to some better； brighter time； he could see only darkness。
The ship was his sanity； and it was sinking。
Mr。 Harley； the headmaster； approached the podium and imparted a brief exordium about the importance of Finals Week； and how the grades they received would constitute another step upon The Great Road of Life。 He told them that the school was depending on them； he was depending on them； and their parents were depending on them。 Me did not tell them that the entire free world was depending on them； but he strongly implied that this might be so。 He finished by telling them that bells would be suspended during Finals Week （the first and only piece of good news Jake had received that morning）。
Ms。 Franks； who had assumed her seat at the piano； struck an invocatory chord。 The student body； seventy boys and fifty girls； each turned out in a neat and sober way that bespoke their parents' taste and financial stability； rose as one and began to sing the school song。 Jake mouthed the words and thought about the place where he had awakened after dying。 At first he had believed himself to be in hell 。 。 。 and when the man in the black hooded robe came along； he had been sure of it。
Then； of course； the other man had e along。 A man Jake had almost e to love。
But he let me fall。 He killed me。
He could feel prickly sweat breaking out on the back of his neck and between his shoulderblades。
〃So we hail the halls of Piper；
Hold its banner high；
Hail to thee； our alma mater；
Piper； do or die！〃
God； what a shitty song； Jake thought； and it suddenly occurred to him that his father would love it。
2
PERIOD ONE WAS ENGLISH p； the only class where there was no final。 Their assignment had been to write a Final Essay at home。 This was to be a typed document between fifteen hundred and four thousand words long。 The subject Ms。 Avery had assigned was My Understanding of Truth。 The Final Essay would count as twenty…five per cent of their final grade for the semester。
Jake came in and took his seat in the third row。 There were only eleven pupils in all。 Jake remembered Orientation Day last September； when Mr。 Harley had told them that Piper had The Highest Teacher To Student Ratio Of Any Fine Private Middle School In The East。 He had popped his fist repeatedly on the lectern at the front of the mon Room to emphasize this point。 Jake hadn't been terribly impressed； but he had passed the information along to his lather。 He thought his father would be impressed； and he had not been wrong。
He unzipped his bookbag and carefully removed the blue folder which contained his Final Essay。 He laid it on his desk； meaning to give it a final look…over； when his eye was caught by the door at the left side of the room。 It led； he knew； to the cloakroom； and it was closed today because it was seventy degrees in New York and no one had a coat which needed storage。 Nothing back there except a lot of brass coathooks in a line on the wall and a long rubber mat on the floor for boots。 A few boxes of school supplies…chalk； blue…books and such…were stored in the far corner。
No big deal。
All the same； Jake rose from his seat； leaving the folder unopened on the desk； and walked across to the door。 He could hear his classmates murmuring quietly together； and the riffle of pages as they checked their own Final Essays for that crucial misplaced modifier or fuzzy phrase； but these sounds seemed far away。
It was the door which held his attention。
In the last ten days or so； as the voices in his head grew louder and louder； Jake had bee more and more fascinated with doors…all kinds of doors。 He must have opened the one between his bedroom and the upstairs hallway five hundred times in just the last week； and the one between his bedroom and the bathroom a thousand。 Each time he did it； he felt a tight ball of hope and anticipation in his chest； as if the answer to all of his problems lay somewhere behind this door or that one and he would surely find it 。。。 eventually。 But each time it was only the hall； or the bathroom； or the front walk； or whatever。
Last Thursday he had e home from school； thrown himself on his bed； and had fallen asleep…sleep； it seemed； was the only refuge which remained to him。 Except when he'd awakened forty…five minutes later； he had been standing in the bathroom doorway； peering dazedly in at nothing more exciting than the toilet and the basin。 Luckily； no one had seen him。
Now； as he approached the cloakroom door； he felt that same daz…zling burst of hope； a certainty that the door would not open on a shad…owy closet containing only the persistent smells of winter…flannel； rubber； and wet wool…but on some other world where he could be whale again。 Hot； dazzling light would fall across the classroom floor in a widening triangle； and he would see birds circling in a faded blue sky the color of
（his eyes）
old jeans。 A desert wind would blow his hair back and dry the nervous sweat on his brow。
He would step through this door and be healed。
Jake turned the knob and opened the door。 Inside was only darkness and a row of gleaming brass hooks。 One long…forgotten mitten lay