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FADE TO BLACK

Alex Flinn

DEDICATION

For Toni Markiet,

an editor in a million.

I am so glad my manuscript landed on your desk!

CONTENTS

COVER

TITLE PAGE

DEDICATION

EPIGRAPH

MEMO

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

CLINTON

DARIA

ALEX

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

READING GROUP GUIDE FOR FADE TO BLACK BY ALEX FLINN

EXCERPT FROM
BEWITCHING

CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2

BACK ADS

BOOKS BY ALEX FLINN

CREDITS

COPYRIGHT

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

EPIGRAPH

Y es que en el mundo traidor

nada hay verdad ni mentira:

todo es según el color

del cristal con que se mira.

RAMON DE CAMPOAMOR

(1817–1901)

And it is that in the treasonous world

nothing is truth nor lie:

everything is according to the color

of the crystal through which it is seen.

RAMON DE CAMPOAMOR

(1817–1901)

MEMO

Pinedale Senior High School

“Home of the Panthers”

PINEDALE, FLORIDA

TO: Eugene Runnels, Principal

FROM: Celia Velez, Assistant

DATE: October 27

RE: Incident Involving HIV-positive Student

Alejandro Crusan, a junior, was apparently attacked this morning at the corner of East Main and Salem Court. According to his parents, Alex was en route to Dunkin’ Donuts at 35 East Main at approximately 6:00 a.m. A witness, Daria Bickell, a special education (Down Syndrome) student at Pinedale, saw Alex’s red SUV stopped at a red light. An assailant, said to be wearing a blue Pinedale Panthers letter jacket and carrying a baseball bat, attacked Alex’s car, smashing the front windshield and passenger-side windows. When the assailant attempted to run around to the driver’s side, Alex was able to drive away. The witness saw Pinedale student Clinton Cole, 16, leaving the scene.

Although this incident did not take place on school property, I have contacted the school board, and they have pledged full cooperation with local police. Due to the nature of the incident, and also Alex’s HIV-positive status, police will investigate the incident under the Florida Hate Crimes statute.

Monday, 10:50 a.m., Principal Runnels’s office, Pinedale High School

CLINTON

How do they know I did it?

They ought to give me a stinking medal. If you asked most people around here “off the record,” they’d agree with what I did. I mean, sure everybody wants to be politically correct—whatever that’s supposed to mean. Just because Pinedale’s a cow town doesn’t mean we’re all rednecks without opposable thumbs, no matter what people from Miami might think. But people move here because it’s a safe place. Or it was. No one wants to die. All the political correctness in the world’s not worth that.

And most people would agree with that, “off the record.”

But on the record, there’s this little problem: they can’t. That’s why my butt’s here in a green plastic chair in Principal Runnels’s office instead of a plain old wooden chair in English class where it belongs.

I’ve been here an hour now, since they called me out of third period. And Runny-nose is nowhere to be found. His secretary, Miss Velez, acts like he’s out on some kind of top-secret school business. But I know better. The one time, I got caught with Brett and Mo in that now-notorious mascot-swiping incident—he was late then, too. When he finally showed up, he was carting groceries—eggs and milk and Chips Ahoy. You’d think a big important principal would get his wife to do the shopping. But you’d be wrong. The man is PW, and if you don’t know what that means, check with me sometime when I’m in a better mood and I’ll tell you.

Miss Velez walks by, trying to look casual. But I’m pretty sure she’s checking to make sure I haven’t bolted. I stand when she comes in the room (my daddy taught me right) and say in my politest voice, “Excuse me, Ms. Velez?” She wants to be called
Ms
.

“Yes, Clinton?”

“Um, I was thinking if Principal Runnels won’t be here for a while, could I maybe go back to class? We’ve got a test in English, and I sure do hate to miss it.”

Or, more important, I hate to miss Alyssa Black. She has that class with me. Other girls, if they’re pretty, I get tongue-tied. But Alyssa’s different in the way she looks at me. It’s not just that she’s got beautiful eyes. But she sees me different, I feel like. Other girls see a big jock who runs with the pack. With Alyssa, it’s like she… I don’t know, understands me, maybe. Is that corny? It’s like she can see inside to the part that’s still this little fat kid no one likes much, the part I try to hide from most people. Today’s the day I was planning on asking her to homecoming. It’ll put a big dent in my plans if she knows I’m in here or if I get detention. Alyssa doesn’t hang with delinquents.

Miss Velez glances at the clock. When she looks back, her face is sort of hard.

“No, Clinton, you can’t go to class. They’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

She’s gone before I get the chance to ask who “they” are.

Figures she’d be against me. Alex—the guy this is all about—he’s a spic like she is. Or
Latino
as my mother would say. My father says those kinds of people always stick together. “That’s the problem with ’em,” he’d say. “With the whole damn State of Florida, really. You work a job your whole life, then some spic fires you and hires his second cousin. It started down in Miami, but darned if it isn’t spreading up north. And soon, it’ll be the last American in Florida, heading out and taking the flag with him.”

My father ought to know because that’s what happened to him. The getting fired part. My father was one of the most powerful men in Pinedale. But when he lost his job, my mother left him. She said it was because she couldn’t stand being around his “attitudes”—whatever that means—but Dad says different. He got a new job out of state, and now I hardly see him. Mom won’t let me call him much either, on account of the cost of long distance and all the child support Dad
isn’t
paying. Dad can’t really afford to call us, either. Mom would say that’s a good thing. But I miss him.

My mom and I don’t see eye to eye on much. She’s sort of liberal, which is really what started this whole problem with the Crusans. She’s always worrying about people’s rights and so forth. When my little sister, Melody, started playing with Carolina Crusan at school, Mom said fine. Then Carolina invited Melody to sleep over their house. Mom said fine again. Go. Never mind that her HIV brother’s going to unleash the black plague on Pinedale, Florida. Never mind that we don’t know what type of germs and spores and junk is flying around their house (I always try not to breathe too much when I’m in class with him). Just go. Have fun. I tried to tell Melody not to eat anything over there and to wash her hands and not touch any sharp objects and not drink out of the glasses (was that really unreasonable?). But Mom made me shut up. “Stop scaring her, Clinton. She might say something to the Crusans.” Like she’s more worried about their feelings than her own daughter’s safety.

That’s when I realized I needed to take matters into my own hands. With Dad gone and Mom acting sort of crazy, what choice did I have? But I wasn’t going to hurt the guy or nothing. I just wanted to scare him so he’d go back where he came from before anyone got hurt. I only wanted to protect my family, like my father would’ve.

Mom thinks I should feel sorry for Crusan, on account of he’s got AIDS. Maybe I would feel bad for him if he was living in some other town where it didn’t affect me or my family, or even if he just stayed home. Or even if he didn’t sit by me in two classes, for that matter, and act like
we’re
a bunch of hicks. I thought about asking Mom to take us out of Pinedale. Some kids’ parents did that. They let them study at home. But Mom would’ve said no way. She’s like that. Dad would’ve been different. Dad would’ve understood.

Miss Velez shows up again. She’s smiling this time, so I guess Runny-nose must’ve finished buying the toilet paper and made it to work. She turns back to the door.

“Right this way, gentlemen.”

I look back and see it’s not Runnels following her.

Hey, what are the cops doing here?

Monday, 10:50 a.m., hallway during passing period, Pinedale High School

DARIA

Maybe

I am

a ghost

people look through

like water
.

Maybe

I

am invisible

so they do not

know I watch
.

Maybe they

think words

are invisible

so I cannot

hear

retard, retard, retard
.

But words are not

invisible
.

Me either
.

And I always
,

always

watch
.

Monday, 10:50 a.m., Memorial Hospital

ALEX

My mother’s crying. I make out shapes… IV pole, television set, window. Hospital window with flowers on the windowsill. I shut my eyes quick. Mom can’t know I’m awake. My face aches a little, and the rest of me feels like it’s still asleep. Like, numb. Even closing my eyes hurts, but I keep them shut tight anyway. I’m not ready to talk to anyone and, what’s more, I’m not sure I can. I can’t even believe this has happened, so how can I talk about it?

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