Excerpt of Just In Case by Meg Rosoff
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The view is fine up here. I can look out across the world and see everything.
For instance, I can see a fifteen-year-old boy and his brother.
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David Case’s baby brother had recently learned to walk but he wasn’t what you’d
call an expert. He toddled past his brother to the large open window of the
older boy’s room. There, with a great deal of effort, he pulled himself onto the
windowsill, scrunched up like a caterpillar, pushed into a crouch, and stood,
teetering precariously, his gaze fixed solemnly on the church tower a quarter
mile away.
He tipped forward slightly towards the void just as a large black bird swooped
past. It paused and turned an intelligent red eye to meet the child’s.
“Why not fly?” suggested the bird, and the boy’s eyes widened in delight.
Below them on the street, a greyhound stood motionless, his elegant pale head
turned in the direction of the incipient catastrophe. Calmly the dog shifted the
angle of his muzzle, creating an invisible guyline that eased the child back an
inch or two towards equilibrium. Safer now, but seduced by the fact that a bird
had spoken to him, the boy threw out his arms and thought, Yes! Fly!
David did not hear his brother think “fly.”
Something else made him look up. A voice. A finger on his shoulder. The brush of
lips against his ear.
So that’s where we start: One boy on the verge of death. Another on the verge of
something rather more complicated.
In the instant of looking up, David took the measure of the situation, shouted
“Charlie!” and lunged across the room. He grabbed the child by the cape of his
Batman pajamas, wrapped his arms around him with enough force to flatten his
ribs, and sank to the floor, squashing the boy’s face into the safe hollow
beneath his chin.
Charlie squeaked with outrage but David barely heard. Panting, he unpinned him,
gripping the child at arm’s length.
“What were you doing?” He was shouting. “What on earth did you think you were
doing?”
Well, said Charlie, I was bored just playing with my toys and you weren’t paying
attention to me so I thought I would get a better look at the world. I climbed
up on the window which wasn’t easy and once I managed to do that I felt strange
and happy with nothing but sky all around me and all of a sudden a bird flew
past and looked at me and said I could fly and a bird hasn’t ever talked to me
before and I figured a bird would know what he was talking about when it came to
flying so I thought he must be right. Oh and there was also a pretty gray dog on
the pavement who looked up and pointed at me with his nose so I didn’t fall and
just when I was about to leap out and soar through the air you grabbed me and
hurt me a lot which made me very cross and I didn’t get a chance to fly even
though I’m sure I could have.
The little boy explained all this slowly and carefully, so as not to be
misunderstood.
“Burr-dee fly” were the words that came out of his mouth.
David turned away, heart pounding. It was useless trying to communicate with a
one-year-old. Even if his brother had possessed the vocabulary, he couldn’t have
answered David’s question. Charlie did what he did because he was a dumb kid,
too dumb to realize that birds don’t talk and kids can’t fly.
My god, David thought. If I’d been two seconds slower he’d be dead. My brother
would be dead but I’d be the one shattered, crushed, destroyed by guilt and
blame and everyone everywhere for the rest of my life whispering He’s that kid
who killed his brother.
Two seconds. Just two seconds were all that stood between normal everyday life
and utter, total catastrophe.
Excerpted from Just In Case by Meg Rosoff
Copyright © 2006 by Meg Rosoff. Excerpted by permission of Wendy Lamb Books, a
division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may
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