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- Author: Lisa McMann
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My sophomore psych teacher, Mr. Polselli, says
knowledge is crucial to understanding the workings of the human brain,
but I swear to dog, I don’t want any more knowledge about this.
Every few days I see it. Sometimes it’s just a picture, like on that
billboard we pass on the way to school. And other times it’s moving, like
on a screen. A careening truck hits a building and explodes. Then nine
body bags in the snow.
It’s like a movie trailer with no sound, no credits. And nobody sees it
but me.
• • •
Some days after psych class I hang around by the door of Mr. Polselli’s
room for a minute, thinking that if I have a mental illness, he’s the one
who’ll be able to tell me. But every time I almost mention it, it sounds
too weird to say. So, uh, Mr. Polselli, when other people see the “turn of your
cell phones” screen in the movie theater, I see an extra five-second movie trailer.
Er . . . and did I mention I see stills of it on the billboard by my house? You see
Jose Cuervo, I see a truck hitting a building and everything exploding. Is that
normal?
The first time was in the theater on the one holiday that our parents
don’t make us work—Christmas Day. I poked my younger sister,
Rowan. “Did you see that?”
She did this eyebrow thing that basically says she thinks I’m an idiot.
“See what?”
“The explosion,” I said softly.
“You’re on drugs.” Rowan turned to our older brother, Trey, and
said, “Jules is on drugs.”
Trey leaned over Rowan to look at me. “Don’t do drugs,” he said
seriously. “Our family has enough problems.”
I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat as the real movie trailers
started. “No kidding,” I muttered. And I reasoned with myself. The day
before I’d almost been robbed while doing a pizza delivery. Maybe I was
still traumatized.
I just wanted to forget about it all.
But then on MLK Day this stupid vision thing decided to get
personal.
Two
Five reasons why I, Jules Demarco, am shunned:
1. I smell like pizza
2. My parents make us drive a meatball-topped food truck to
school for advertising
3. I haven’t invited a friend over since second grade
4. Did I mention I smell like pizza? Like, its umami*-ness oozes
from my pores
5. Everybody at school likes Sawyer Angotti’s family’s restaurant
better
Frankly, I don’t blame them. I’d shun me too.
Every January my mother says Martin Luther King Jr. weekend gives
us the boost we need to pay the rent after the first two dead weeks of
the year. She’s superpositive about everything. It’s like she forgets that
every month is the same. Her attitude is probably what keeps our
business alive. But if my mother, Paula, is the backbone of Demarco’s
Pizzeria, my father, Antonio, is the broken leg that keeps us struggling
to catch up.
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