序號 | 英文 | 級數 | 中文 | |||||||||||||
1 | accept | 第二級 | [動詞] 接受 | |||||||||||||
2 | aisle | 第五級 | [名詞] 通道;走道 | |||||||||||||
3 | algebra | 第五級 | [名詞] 代數 | |||||||||||||
4 | alive | 第二級 | [形容詞] 活著的;活躍的 | |||||||||||||
5 | aloud | 第二級 | [副詞] 大聲地 | |||||||||||||
6 | ambassadors | 第三級 | ambassador(大使) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
7 | ancient | 第二級 | [形容詞] 古代的 | |||||||||||||
8 | announced | 第三級 | announce(宣佈) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
9 | apartment | 第二級 | [名詞] 公寓 | |||||||||||||
10 | apologize | 第四級 | [動詞] 道歉 | |||||||||||||
11 | arms | 第二級 | arm(用武器裝備;提供,配備; 武裝起來) 的第三人稱單數現在式; [名詞] 武器;戰爭;戰鬥;兵役; arm(手臂) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
12 | assumed | 第四級 | assume(假定) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
13 | awful | 第三級 | [形容詞] 可怕的 | |||||||||||||
14 | bead | 第二級 | [動詞] 用珠裝飾; [名詞] 有孔小珠 | |||||||||||||
15 | being | 第三級 | be(是;要;有;在) 的現在分詞; [名詞] 存在;生存;生命;本質 | |||||||||||||
16 | bleached | 第五級 | bleach(漂白;曬得褪色;使脫色) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
17 | blond | 第五級 | [形容詞] 白膚金髮碧眼的; [名詞] 白膚金髮碧眼的人 | |||||||||||||
18 | blushed | 第四級 | blush(臉紅) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
19 | board | 第二級 | [動詞] 上車;上船; [名詞] 木板;膳食;車上;船上; 董事會 | |||||||||||||
20 | bony | 第二級 | [形容詞] 骨的;似骨的 | |||||||||||||
21 | bound | 第二級 | [形容詞] 受束縛的;裝訂好的;必然的; [動詞] 與...接界;跳躍;彈回; bind(捆;綁) 的過去式及過去分詞; [名詞] 跳躍;領域;界限 | |||||||||||||
22 | bow | 第二級 | [動詞] 鞠躬; [名詞] 弓 | |||||||||||||
23 | breath | 第三級 | [名詞] 呼吸,氣息;微風 | |||||||||||||
24 | bullies | 第五級 | bully(脅迫;欺侮) 的第三人稱單數現在式; bully(恃強欺弱者;惡霸) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
25 | business | 第二級 | [名詞] 商業;事 | |||||||||||||
26 | campus | 第三級 | [名詞] 校園 | |||||||||||||
27 | celebrities | 第五級 | celebrity(名人;名流) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
28 | chair | 第五級 | [動詞] 主持(會議);任(會議的)主席; [名詞] 椅子 | |||||||||||||
29 | chairs | 第五級 | chair(主持(會議);任(會議的)主席) 的第三人稱單數現在式; chair(椅子) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
30 | chattering | 第五級 | chatter(喋喋不休;吱吱叫) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
31 | cheered | 第三級 | cheer(向...歡呼) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
32 | cherries | 第三級 | cherry(櫻桃) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
33 | chewing | 第三級 | chew(咀嚼) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
34 | choked | 第三級 | choke(使窒息;哽住) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
35 | chunk | 第六級 | [名詞] (肉、木材等的)大塊;厚片 | |||||||||||||
36 | circling | 第二級 | circle(畫圓圈;圈出;盤旋;流傳) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
37 | claim | 第二級 | [動詞] 聲稱; [名詞] 主張,斷言 | |||||||||||||
38 | claw | 第二級 | [動詞] 用爪子抓; [名詞] (動物的)爪,腳爪;(蟹,蝦等的)鉗,螯 | |||||||||||||
39 | clothes | 第二級 | clothe(給...穿衣;為...提供衣服) 的第三人稱單數現在式; [名詞] 衣服 | |||||||||||||
40 | coffin | 第六級 | [名詞] 棺材;靈柩 | |||||||||||||
41 | completely | 第二級 | complete(完整的;徹底的) 的衍生的副詞 | |||||||||||||
42 | confessed | 第四級 | confess(坦白,供認,承認) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
43 | considered | 第二級 | consider(考慮) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
44 | conversation | 第二級 | [名詞] 會話 | |||||||||||||
45 | convince | 第四級 | [動詞] 使信服;說服 | |||||||||||||
46 | convinced | 第四級 | [形容詞] 確信的; convince(使信服;說服) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
47 | cord | 第四級 | [名詞] 細繩,粗線,索 | |||||||||||||
48 | cotton | 第二級 | [名詞] 棉花 | |||||||||||||
49 | crawling | 第三級 | crawl(爬行,蠕動) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
50 | crazy | 第二級 | [形容詞] 古怪的;著迷的 | |||||||||||||
51 | crossing | 第二級 | cross(越過;渡過) 的現在分詞; [名詞] 交叉;交叉點,橫穿;雜交 | |||||||||||||
52 | cruising | 第六級 | cruise(巡航;航遊;緩慢巡行) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
53 | current | 第三級 | [形容詞] 現行的; [名詞] 水流;電流 | |||||||||||||
54 | cursed | 第四級 | curse(詛咒,咒罵) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
55 | customers | 第二級 | customer(顧客) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
56 | dare | 第三級 | [動詞] 敢;膽敢; [助動詞] 敢;竟敢 | |||||||||||||
57 | deadline | 第四級 | [名詞] 最後限期 | |||||||||||||
58 | defended | 第四級 | defend(防禦;保衛;保護) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
59 | definitely | 第四級 | definite(明確的,確切的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 明確地;明顯地 | |||||||||||||
60 | degrees | 第二級 | degree(程度) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
61 | delinquents | 第六級 | delinquent(青少年罪犯;違法者) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
62 | destined | 第六級 | [形容詞] 命中注定的;(場所)預定的 | |||||||||||||
63 | difference | 第二級 | [名詞] 差別 | |||||||||||||
64 | discouraged | 第四級 | discourage(使洩氣,使沮喪) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
65 | distance | 第二級 | [動詞] 使疏遠; [名詞] 距離 | |||||||||||||
66 | dorm | 第四級 | [名詞] 宿舍 | |||||||||||||
67 | drained | 第三級 | drain(排出(液體)) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
68 | dreaded | 第四級 | dread(懼怕;擔心) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
69 | dresses | 第二級 | dress(穿著) 的第三人稱單數現在式; dress(洋裝) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
70 | dropped | 第二級 | drop((使)滴落;丟下) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
71 | duties | 第二級 | duty(義務;關稅) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
72 | electric | 第三級 | [形容詞] 電的 | |||||||||||||
73 | embarrassed | 第四級 | embarrass(使困窘) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
74 | emotion | 第二級 | [名詞] 情緒 | |||||||||||||
75 | empty | 第三級 | [形容詞] 空的; [動詞] 倒空;流空 | |||||||||||||
76 | engine | 第三級 | [名詞] 引擎 | |||||||||||||
77 | enjoy | 第二級 | [動詞] 喜歡;享受 | |||||||||||||
78 | enormous | 第四級 | [形容詞] 巨大的 | |||||||||||||
79 | entire | 第二級 | [形容詞] 全部的,整個的 | |||||||||||||
80 | events | 第二級 | event(事件) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
81 | exactly | 第二級 | exact(確切的,精確的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 確切地,精確地;完全地 | |||||||||||||
82 | executives | 第五級 | executive(執行者;業務主管) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
83 | exist | 第二級 | [動詞] 存在 | |||||||||||||
84 | existed | 第二級 | exist(存在) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
85 | expected | 第二級 | expect(期待) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
86 | experience | 第二級 | [動詞] 經歷;感受; [名詞] 經驗 | |||||||||||||
87 | expression | 第三級 | [名詞] 表達;表示 | |||||||||||||
88 | faculty | 第六級 | [名詞] (學校的)全體教員;官能 | |||||||||||||
89 | fail | 第二級 | [動詞] 失敗;不及格; [名詞] 不及格 | |||||||||||||
90 | failed | 第二級 | fail(失敗;不及格) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
91 | faith | 第三級 | [名詞] 信念;信任,完全信賴 | |||||||||||||
92 | fancy | 第三級 | [形容詞] 花俏的;特級的; [動詞] 想像;猜想;愛慕(異性); [名詞] 愛好;迷戀;想像;怪念頭 | |||||||||||||
93 | favorite | 第二級 | [形容詞] 最喜愛的; [名詞] 特別喜愛的人(或物) | |||||||||||||
94 | feverish | 第二級 | fever(發燒) 的衍生的形容詞 | |||||||||||||
95 | field | 第二級 | [名詞] 原野;田賽場地;野外 | |||||||||||||
96 | filed | 第三級 | file(把...歸檔) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
97 | fit | 第二級 | [形容詞] 適合的;恰當的;相稱的;能勝任的; [動詞] 合身;適合; fit(合身;適合) 的過去式及過去分詞; [名詞] 適合;合身 | |||||||||||||
98 | flu | 第二級 | [名詞] 流行性感冒 | |||||||||||||
99 | following | 第二級 | [形容詞] 接著的,其次的;下面的; follow(遵循;跟隨) 的現在分詞; [介系詞] 在...以後; [名詞] 一批追隨者;下列事物(或人員) | |||||||||||||
100 | fool | 第二級 | [動詞] 愚弄; [名詞] 呆子 | |||||||||||||
101 | forehead | 第三級 | [名詞] 額,前額 | |||||||||||||
102 | forever | 第三級 | [副詞] 永遠 | |||||||||||||
103 | forth | 第三級 | [副詞] 向前;向前方;向外 | |||||||||||||
104 | found | 第三級 | [動詞] 建立;建造;鑄造;熔化; find(找到) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
105 | freak | 第六級 | [形容詞] 怪異的;反常的; [動詞] 使瘋狂;使反常; [名詞] 畸形人(或動植物);反常現象;怪人 | |||||||||||||
106 | frowned | 第四級 | frown(皺眉;表示不滿) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
107 | froze | 第三級 | freeze(結冰,凝固;凍結) 的過去式 | |||||||||||||
108 | frustrated | 第三級 | frustrate(挫敗;阻撓) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
109 | gesture | 第三級 | [動詞] 做手勢,用動作示意; [名詞] 姿勢;表示 | |||||||||||||
110 | glancing | 第三級 | glance(看一下,一瞥;掃視) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
111 | grade | 第二級 | [動詞] 將...分等級;將...分類; [名詞] 年級;分數 | |||||||||||||
112 | grades | 第二級 | grade(將...分等級;將...分類) 的第三人稱單數現在式; grade(年級;分數) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
113 | grinding | 第四級 | grind(磨(碎)) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
114 | guys | 第二級 | guy(傢伙;人) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
115 | hall | 第二級 | [名詞] 大廳;講堂 | |||||||||||||
116 | hallway | 第三級 | [名詞] 玄關;門廳,走 | |||||||||||||
117 | hammering | 第二級 | hammer(敲打) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
118 | handle | 第二級 | [動詞] 處理;搬弄; [名詞] 把手 | |||||||||||||
119 | harsher | 第四級 | harsh(粗糙的) 的比較級 | |||||||||||||
120 | heaping | 第三級 | heap(裝滿) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
121 | hesitate | 第三級 | [動詞] 躊躇;猶豫 | |||||||||||||
122 | highway | 第二級 | [名詞] 公路;幹道 | |||||||||||||
123 | hiking | 第三級 | hike(徒步旅行) 的現在分詞; [名詞] 徒步旅行,遠足 | |||||||||||||
124 | homesick | 第二級 | [形容詞] 想家的 | |||||||||||||
125 | ignorance | 第三級 | [名詞] 無知,不學無術;愚昧 | |||||||||||||
126 | imagination | 第三級 | [名詞] 想像力;創造力 | |||||||||||||
127 | imagined | 第二級 | imagine(想像) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
128 | insisted | 第二級 | insist(堅持) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
129 | invited | 第二級 | invite(邀請) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
130 | irritable | 第六級 | [形容詞] 易怒的;急躁的 | |||||||||||||
131 | island | 第二級 | [名詞] 島嶼 | |||||||||||||
132 | jugs | 第五級 | jug((用罐)煮;燉;監禁) 的第三人稱單數現在式; jug(水罐;甕;壺;監牢) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
133 | juvenile | 第五級 | [形容詞] 少年的;孩子氣的;幼年的; [名詞] 青少年;幼體;兒童讀物 | |||||||||||||
134 | knit | 第三級 | [動詞] 編織; [名詞] 編織衣物 | |||||||||||||
135 | knitted | 第三級 | knit(編織) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
136 | knitting | 第三級 | knit(編織) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
137 | lanes | 第二級 | lane(巷,弄;車道) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
138 | leather | 第三級 | [名詞] 皮革 | |||||||||||||
139 | liar | 第三級 | [名詞] 說謊的人 | |||||||||||||
140 | limped | 第五級 | limp(跛行) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
141 | litter | 第三級 | [動詞] 亂丟(雜物); [名詞] 廢棄物,零亂之物 | |||||||||||||
142 | lost | 第二級 | [形容詞] 弄丟的,遺失的;錯過的;輸掉的; lose(輸;失去) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
143 | magazine | 第二級 | [名詞] 雜誌 | |||||||||||||
144 | mansion | 第五級 | [名詞] 大廈,大樓 | |||||||||||||
145 | maple | 第五級 | [名詞] 槭樹;楓樹 | |||||||||||||
146 | math | 第三級 | [名詞] 數學 | |||||||||||||
147 | mature | 第三級 | [形容詞] 成熟的;到期的 | |||||||||||||
148 | mentioned | 第三級 | mention(提到,說起) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
149 | metal | 第二級 | [名詞] 金屬 | |||||||||||||
150 | might | 第三級 | may(可能) 的過去式; [助動詞] may的過去式; [名詞] 力量,威力 | |||||||||||||
151 | mine | 第二級 | [動詞] 開礦;佈雷;破壞; [名詞] 我的東西;礦;源泉;地雷;坑道; [代名詞] (所有格) 我的(東西) | |||||||||||||
152 | mist | 第三級 | [動詞] 使蒙上薄霧; [名詞] 薄霧;噴霧 | |||||||||||||
153 | mood | 第三級 | [名詞] 心情,心境,情緒 | |||||||||||||
154 | motions | 第二級 | motion(打手勢;搖(或點)頭示意;擺動,走) 的第三人稱單數現在式; motion(移動) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
155 | mumbled | 第五級 | mumble(含糊地說;咕噥) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
156 | murder | 第三級 | [動詞] 謀殺,兇殺; [名詞] 謀殺,兇殺 | |||||||||||||
157 | murmured | 第四級 | murmur(私下抱怨,咕噥) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
158 | museum | 第二級 | [名詞] 博物館 | |||||||||||||
159 | mythology | 第六級 | [名詞] (總稱)神話 | |||||||||||||
160 | nearly | 第二級 | near(近的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 幾乎,差不多;密切地,親密地 | |||||||||||||
161 | neither | 第二級 | [形容詞] 兩者都不; [副詞] 也不; [連接詞] 也不; [代名詞] 兩者都不 | |||||||||||||
162 | nerves | 第三級 | nerve(鼓勵,激勵) 的第三人稱單數現在式; nerve(神經) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
163 | nervous | 第三級 | [形容詞] 緊張的 | |||||||||||||
164 | nervously | 第三級 | nervous(緊張的) 的衍生的副詞 | |||||||||||||
165 | nobodies | 第二級 | nobody(無名小子) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
166 | nobody | 第二級 | [名詞] 無名小子; [代名詞] 無人 | |||||||||||||
167 | nodded | 第二級 | nod(點頭) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
168 | normal | 第三級 | [形容詞] 正常的,正規的 | |||||||||||||
169 | occasional | 第四級 | [形容詞] 偶爾的,非經常的 | |||||||||||||
170 | occurred | 第二級 | occur(發生;出現) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
171 | official | 第二級 | [形容詞] 官方的,法定的; [名詞] 官員,公務員 | |||||||||||||
172 | paced | 第四級 | pace(踱步於) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
173 | pale | 第三級 | [形容詞] 蒼白的;黯淡的 | |||||||||||||
174 | passengers | 第二級 | passenger(乘客) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
175 | paused | 第三級 | pause(中止) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
176 | picked | 第二級 | pick(採收;撿起;選) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
177 | picking | 第二級 | pick(採收;撿起;選) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
178 | pine | 第三級 | [動詞] 衰弱,憔悴;渴望; [名詞] 松樹 | |||||||||||||
179 | pink | 第二級 | [形容詞] 粉紅色的; [名詞] 粉紅色 | |||||||||||||
180 | poured | 第三級 | pour(倒,灌,注) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
181 | promise | 第二級 | [動詞] 答應; [名詞] 承諾,諾言;希望,前途 | |||||||||||||
182 | promised | 第二級 | promise(答應) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
183 | protect | 第二級 | [動詞] 保護 | |||||||||||||
184 | protecting | 第二級 | protect(保護) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
185 | rear | 第五級 | [形容詞] 後面的,背後的; [動詞] 撫養;培植;豎起; [名詞] 後部,後面 | |||||||||||||
186 | reference | 第四級 | [名詞] 參考文獻;出處;提及 | |||||||||||||
187 | remind | 第三級 | [動詞] 提醒 | |||||||||||||
188 | reminding | 第三級 | remind(提醒) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
189 | request | 第三級 | [動詞] 請求給予; [名詞] 要求,請求 | |||||||||||||
190 | resolved | 第四級 | resolve(解決,解答;使分解) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
191 | roared | 第三級 | roar(吼叫;大聲叫喊;狂笑) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
192 | rocking | 第二級 | rock(搖動) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
193 | rotten | 第三級 | [形容詞] 腐爛的;發臭的 | |||||||||||||
194 | rushing | 第二級 | rush(催促;急送) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
195 | sank | 第二級 | sink(沉下;陷於) 的過去式 | |||||||||||||
196 | scissors | 第二級 | [名詞] 剪刀 | |||||||||||||
197 | score | 第二級 | [動詞] 得分; [名詞] 得分; 二十; 刻痕; 樂譜; score(得分; 二十; 刻痕; 樂譜) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
198 | script | 第六級 | [動詞] 把...改編為劇本; [名詞] 筆跡;(戲劇、廣播等的)腳本 | |||||||||||||
199 | serious | 第二級 | [形容詞] 嚴肅的;嚴重的;認真的 | |||||||||||||
200 | shade | 第三級 | [動詞] 遮蔽,蔽蔭; [名詞] 蔭;陰涼處;陰暗 | |||||||||||||
201 | shadow | 第三級 | [形容詞] 非官方的;非正式的; [動詞] 使變暗;使陰鬱; [名詞] 蔭;陰暗處;影子 | |||||||||||||
202 | shivering | 第五級 | shiver(發抖;打顫) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
203 | shoved | 第五級 | shove(推;撞;亂塞) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
204 | shuddered | 第五級 | shudder(發抖;戰慄) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
205 | silent | 第二級 | [形容詞] 寂靜的 | |||||||||||||
206 | slapped | 第五級 | slap(摑...耳光;侮辱) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
207 | sleeve | 第三級 | [名詞] 袖子;袖套 | |||||||||||||
208 | slid | 第二級 | slide(滑壘滑動) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
209 | slipped | 第二級 | slip(滑動;鬆脫) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
210 | snapped | 第三級 | snap(突然折斷;用快照拍攝) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
211 | social | 第二級 | [形容詞] 社會的;交際的 | |||||||||||||
212 | socks | 第二級 | [名詞] 一雙襪子; sock(短襪) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
213 | somebody | 第二級 | [名詞] 某人;有名氣的人; [代名詞] 某人 | |||||||||||||
214 | somewhere | 第二級 | [副詞] 在某處 | |||||||||||||
215 | spelling | 第二級 | spell(拼字) 的現在分詞; [名詞] 拼字;拼寫;拼法 | |||||||||||||
216 | spotted | 第二級 | spot(沾污;察出) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
217 | spring | 第二級 | [動詞] 彈開;湧現;源(於); [名詞] 春天;泉 | |||||||||||||
218 | staff | 第三級 | [動詞] 給...配備職員; [名詞] (全體)職員;幕僚 | |||||||||||||
219 | stare | 第三級 | [動詞] 盯,凝視; [名詞] 凝視,注視 | |||||||||||||
220 | stared | 第三級 | stare(盯,凝視) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
221 | stepfather | 第三級 | [名詞] 繼父,後父 | |||||||||||||
222 | sticking | 第二級 | stick(黏貼;刺;戮;釘住;插牢;堅持) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
223 | stretch | 第二級 | [形容詞] 伸縮的; [動詞] 舒展肢體,伸懶腰; [名詞] 伸直;伸出;伸長 | |||||||||||||
224 | stretching | 第二級 | stretch(舒展肢體,伸懶腰) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
225 | stuff | 第三級 | [動詞] 裝;填;塞; [名詞] 材料,原料;物品 | |||||||||||||
226 | stung | 第三級 | sting(刺,螫,叮) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
227 | subject | 第二級 | [形容詞] 隸屬的,受支配的; [動詞] 使隸屬;使服從;提供; [名詞] 主題;學科 | |||||||||||||
228 | subscriptions | 第六級 | subscription(訂閱費;會費;捐款;署名) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
229 | sudden | 第二級 | [形容詞] 突然的; [名詞] 突然發生的事 | |||||||||||||
230 | suitcase | 第五級 | [名詞] 小型旅行箱;手提箱 | |||||||||||||
231 | superstition | 第五級 | [名詞] 迷信 | |||||||||||||
232 | survive | 第二級 | [動詞] 在...之後仍然活著 | |||||||||||||
233 | suspiciously | 第四級 | suspicious(猜疑的,疑心的;多疑的) 的衍生的副詞 | |||||||||||||
234 | swear | 第三級 | [動詞] 發誓;宣誓 | |||||||||||||
235 | sweat | 第三級 | [動詞] 出汗; sweat(出汗) 的過去式及過去分詞; [名詞] 汗,汗水 | |||||||||||||
236 | sweaters | 第二級 | sweater(毛衣) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
237 | sworn | 第三級 | swear(發誓;宣誓) 的過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
238 | tease | 第三級 | [動詞] 逗弄;取笑;向...強求; [名詞] 戲弄;賣弄風騷的女孩 | |||||||||||||
239 | teased | 第三級 | tease(逗弄;取笑;向...強求) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
240 | teeth | 第二級 | tooth(牙齒) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
241 | term | 第二級 | [動詞] 把...稱為,把...叫做; [名詞] 術語;學期 | |||||||||||||
242 | test | 第二級 | [動詞] 試驗;測驗; [名詞] 測驗;考試 | |||||||||||||
243 | tests | 第二級 | test(試驗;測驗) 的第三人稱單數現在式; test(測驗;考試) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
244 | thumb | 第二級 | [動詞] 用拇指翻動;迅速翻閱;豎起拇指要求搭車; [名詞] 拇指 | |||||||||||||
245 | tornado | 第六級 | [名詞] 龍捲風 | |||||||||||||
246 | tournament | 第五級 | [名詞] 比賽;錦標賽 | |||||||||||||
247 | traffic | 第二級 | [動詞] 在...上通行;交易,來來往往; [名詞] 交通 | |||||||||||||
248 | trembling | 第三級 | tremble(發抖;震顫) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
249 | trick | 第二級 | [動詞] 欺騙; [名詞] 詭計;戲法;惡作劇 | |||||||||||||
250 | truth | 第二級 | [名詞] 事實;真相 | |||||||||||||
251 | tub | 第三級 | [名詞] 浴缸 | |||||||||||||
252 | upper | 第二級 | [形容詞] 較高的; [名詞] 鞋幫;上舖;上排假牙 | |||||||||||||
253 | used | 第二級 | [形容詞] 習慣於; 舊的;用舊了的; use(利用) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
254 | usually | 第二級 | usual(例常的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 通常地;慣常地 | |||||||||||||
255 | vacation | 第二級 | [動詞] 度假; [名詞] 假期 | |||||||||||||
256 | verbs | 第四級 | verb(動詞) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
257 | visions | 第三級 | vision(視力;視覺;洞察力) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
258 | wake | 第二級 | [動詞] 叫醒 | |||||||||||||
259 | walnuts | 第四級 | walnut(胡桃;胡桃色) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
260 | weird | 第五級 | [形容詞] 怪誕的 | |||||||||||||
261 | weirdest | 第五級 | weird(怪誕的) 的最高級 | |||||||||||||
262 | wheelchair | 第五級 | [名詞] 輪椅 | |||||||||||||
263 | wheeled | 第二級 | wheel(旋轉,轉動) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
264 | wings | 第二級 | wing(在...裝翼;飛行) 的第三人稱單數現在式; wing(翅膀) 的複數 | |||||||||||||
265 | without | 第二級 | [副詞] 在沒有(或缺少)的情況下; [介系詞] 沒有 | |||||||||||||
266 | wondering | 第二級 | wonder(納悶) 的現在分詞 | |||||||||||||
267 | worse | 第二級 | [形容詞] 更壞的,更差的; bad(壞的) 的比較級; ill(生病的) 的比較級; [副詞] 更壞,更糟,更厲害地; [名詞] 更糟的事 | |||||||||||||
268 | wrenched | 第六級 | wrench(猛扭;攫取;使痛苦) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
269 | wrinkled | 第四級 | wrinkle(起皺紋) 的過去式及過去分詞 | |||||||||||||
270 | yarn | 第五級 | [動詞] 講故事;長談; [名詞] 紗;紗線;冒險故事 | |||||||||||||
271 | yelled | 第三級 | yell(吼叫) 的過去式及過去分詞 |
Ch 2 THREE OLD LADIES KNIT THE SOCKS OF DEATH第二章 編織死亡之襪的三個老婦人
I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination wasmore than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom I'd neverseen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip—had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.
Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare atme like I was psycho.
It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Dodds had never existed.
Almost.
But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But Iknew he was lying.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.
I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wingswould wake me up in a cold sweat.
The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the HudsonValley touched down only fifty miles from YancyAcademy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down insudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.
Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, Isnapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.
The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to YancyAcademy.
Fine, I told myself. Just fine.
I was homesick.
I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put upwith my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.
And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survivenext year without me.
I'd miss Latin class, too—Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.
As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about thissubject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.
The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.
I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.
I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.
I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.
I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I couldapologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave YancyAcademy with him thinking I hadn'ttried.
I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from hiswindow stretching across the hallway floor.
I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that wasdefinitely Grover's said "... worried about Percy, sir."
I froze.
I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.
I inched closer.
"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they knowtoo—"
"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."
"But he may not have time. The summer solstice deadline— "
"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."
"Sir, he saw her... ."
"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."
"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry aboutkeeping Percy alive until next fall—"
The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.
Mr. Brunner went silent.
My heart hammering, I picked up the book and backed down the hall.
A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.
I opened the nearest door and slipped inside.
A few seconds later I heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outsidemy door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, then moved on.
A bead of sweat trickled down my neck.
Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."
"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."
"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."
"Don't remind me."
The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.
I waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.
Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm.
Grover was lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.
"Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"
I didn't answer.
"You look awful." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"
"Just... tired."
I turned so he couldn't read my expression, and started getting ready for bed.
I didn't understand what I'd heard downstairs. I wanted to believe I'd imagined the whole thing.
But one thing was clear: Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about me behind my back. They thought I was in some kind ofdanger.
The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called me back inside.
For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about my eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be theproblem.
"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."
His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the testcould hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.
I mumbled, "Okay, sir."
"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."
My eyes stung.
Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, nowhe was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.
"Right," I said, trembling.
"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's nothing to be—"
"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me."
"Percy—"
But I was already gone.
On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.
The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juveniledelinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody, from a family of nobodies.
They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.
What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend myfree time worrying about where I'd go to school in the fall.
"Oh," one of the guys said. "That's cool."
They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.
The only person I dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had, so there we were, together again, heading into the city.
During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to methat he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd alwaysassumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"
Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha—what do you mean?"
I confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.
Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"
"Oh ... not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line?"
He winced. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers ..."
"Grover—"
"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."
"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar."
His ears turned pink.
From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.
The card was in fancy script, which was murder on my dyslexic eyes, but I finally made out something like:
Grover Underwood
Keeper
Half-Blood Hill
Long Island, New York
(800) 009-0009
"What's Half—"
"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um ... summer address."
My heart sank. Grover had a summer home. I'd never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Yancy.
"Okay," I said glumly. "So, like, if I want to come visit your mansion."
He nodded. "Or ... or if you need me."
"Why would I need you?"
It came out harsher than I meant it to.
Grover blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, Percy, the truth is, I—I kind of have to protect you."
I stared at him.
All year long, I'd gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next yearwithout me. And here he was acting like he was the one who defended me.
"Grover," I said, "what exactly are you protecting me from?"
There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smelllike rotten eggs. The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.
After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.
We were on a stretch of country road—no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway wasnothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering withafternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.
The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of bloodred cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in aclaw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.
I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks. The lady on the right knitted one of them. Thelady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.
All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony armssticking out of bleached cotton dresses.
The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at me.
I looked over at Grover to say something about this and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.
"Grover?" I said. "Hey, man—"
"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"
"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?"
"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."
The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors—gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch hisbreath.
"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."
"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."
"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back.
Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip acrossfour lanes of traffic. Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving me wondering who they could possibly be for—Sasquatch or Godzilla.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.
The passengers cheered.
"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"
Once we got going, I started feeling feverish, as if I'd caught the flu.
Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering.
"Grover?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you not telling me?"
He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"
"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"
His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."
He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was somethingelse, something almost—older.
He said, "You saw her snip the cord."
"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.
"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."
"What last time?"
"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."
"Grover," I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"
"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."
This seemed like a strange request to me, but I promised he could.
"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.
No answer.
"Grover—that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"
He looked at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I'd like best on my coffin.
I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination wasmore than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom I'd neverseen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip—had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.
Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare atme like I was psycho.
It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Dodds had never existed.
Almost.
But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But Iknew he was lying.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.
I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wingswould wake me up in a cold sweat.
The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the HudsonValley touched down only fifty miles from YancyAcademy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down insudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.
Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, Isnapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.
The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to YancyAcademy.
Fine, I told myself. Just fine.
I was homesick.
I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put upwith my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.
And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survivenext year without me.
I'd miss Latin class, too—Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.
As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about thissubject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.
The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.
I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.
I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.
I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.
I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I couldapologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave YancyAcademy with him thinking I hadn'ttried.
I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from hiswindow stretching across the hallway floor.
I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that wasdefinitely Grover's said "... worried about Percy, sir."
I froze.
I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.
I inched closer.
"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they knowtoo—"
"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."
"But he may not have time. The summer solstice deadline— "
"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."
"Sir, he saw her... ."
"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."
"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry aboutkeeping Percy alive until next fall—"
The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.
Mr. Brunner went silent.
My heart hammering, I picked up the book and backed down the hall.
A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.
I opened the nearest door and slipped inside.
A few seconds later I heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outsidemy door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, then moved on.
A bead of sweat trickled down my neck.
Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."
"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."
"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."
"Don't remind me."
The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.
I waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.
Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm.
Grover was lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.
"Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"
I didn't answer.
"You look awful." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"
"Just... tired."
I turned so he couldn't read my expression, and started getting ready for bed.
I didn't understand what I'd heard downstairs. I wanted to believe I'd imagined the whole thing.
But one thing was clear: Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about me behind my back. They thought I was in some kind ofdanger.
The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called me back inside.
For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about my eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be theproblem.
"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."
His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the testcould hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.
I mumbled, "Okay, sir."
"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."
My eyes stung.
Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, nowhe was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.
"Right," I said, trembling.
"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's nothing to be—"
"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me."
"Percy—"
But I was already gone.
On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.
The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juveniledelinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody, from a family of nobodies.
They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.
What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend myfree time worrying about where I'd go to school in the fall.
"Oh," one of the guys said. "That's cool."
They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.
The only person I dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had, so there we were, together again, heading into the city.
During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to methat he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd alwaysassumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"
Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha—what do you mean?"
I confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.
Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"
"Oh ... not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line?"
He winced. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers ..."
"Grover—"
"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."
"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar."
His ears turned pink.
From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.
The card was in fancy script, which was murder on my dyslexic eyes, but I finally made out something like:
Grover Underwood
Keeper
Half-Blood Hill
Long Island, New York
(800) 009-0009
"What's Half—"
"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um ... summer address."
My heart sank. Grover had a summer home. I'd never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Yancy.
"Okay," I said glumly. "So, like, if I want to come visit your mansion."
He nodded. "Or ... or if you need me."
"Why would I need you?"
It came out harsher than I meant it to.
Grover blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, Percy, the truth is, I—I kind of have to protect you."
I stared at him.
All year long, I'd gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next yearwithout me. And here he was acting like he was the one who defended me.
"Grover," I said, "what exactly are you protecting me from?"
There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smelllike rotten eggs. The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.
After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.
We were on a stretch of country road—no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway wasnothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering withafternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.
The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of bloodred cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in aclaw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.
I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks. The lady on the right knitted one of them. Thelady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.
All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony armssticking out of bleached cotton dresses.
The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at me.
I looked over at Grover to say something about this and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.
"Grover?" I said. "Hey, man—"
"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"
"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?"
"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."
The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors—gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch hisbreath.
"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."
"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."
"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back.
Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip acrossfour lanes of traffic. Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving me wondering who they could possibly be for—Sasquatch or Godzilla.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.
The passengers cheered.
"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"
Once we got going, I started feeling feverish, as if I'd caught the flu.
Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering.
"Grover?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you not telling me?"
He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"
"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"
His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."
He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was somethingelse, something almost—older.
He said, "You saw her snip the cord."
"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.
"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."
"What last time?"
"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."
"Grover," I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"
"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."
This seemed like a strange request to me, but I promised he could.
"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.
No answer.
"Grover—that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"
He looked at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I'd like best on my coffin.
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