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“There are babies,” said Angel. “They want to come closer, but their moms are saying no. Their moms know the boat is u
Paul looked at Angel. “Do you like making up stories about things you see?” He sounded friendly, not trying to be insulting.
Angel gazed at him seriously. “I’m not making things up. Uh-oh.” She turned quickly, and two seconds later, another whale suddenly breached even closer to us, leaping almost entirely out of the water and then crashing down. It looked so, so fun.
“He was showing off,” Angel told me. “Like a teenager.”
“Are we missing something here?” Melanie asked. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m not just a weird little kid,” Angel told Paul, whose eyes widened. “Well, actually, I guess Iam a weird little kid, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
“I’m not thinking-,” Paul began, but Angel shook her head.
“My file should have told you,” she explained. “I can hear what people are thinking.”
I decided not to mention that often she could alsocontrol what people were thinking.
Angel patted her pocket of poker wi
Paul and Melanie were at a loss for words.
Get used to it,I thought.
38
IT WAS HARD HAVING to stay on theWendy K., taking three days to get from Argentina to Antarctica, when we could have flown it in about five hours. We did go for nice, long flights a couple of times a day. The air was cold, but no colder than it was at 25,000 feet, which was well below freezing. We found out that frigid air didn’t bother us as long as we were moving, but standing around on the ship’s deck got pretty uncomfortable.
Total broke down and consented to wear a small down dog coat.Akila had worn it as a puppy. During a record-setting cold spell, when it was, like, eighty below zero.
“Land ahoy!”Gazzy shouted from five hundred feet in the air. He pointed into the distance, where I could see a white island sticking up out of the ocean.
Michael Papa squinted at the horizon. “It should be visible pretty soon,” he said. “The air is so clear here that we get great visibility.”
“It’s visible now,” I told him. “We have really good eyesight. Like hawks.”
He nodded, digesting this, and again I saw the look of almost envy that I’d seen on all these scientists’ faces from time to time. No one had ever been truly envious of our abilities before, and it was a cool feeling. The bird kid version of being a football captain or homecoming queen. Sort of.
“I see gray, like rocks,” I told Michael. “I thought everything was covered in snow.”
“Virtually everything is,” he said. “But along the coasts and some of the outer islands, there are thin strips of bare rock where glaciers have broken off. Also, it’s summer here now, since the seasons are reversed, so things aren’t as icy as they can be.”
“I see red buildings.”
“I don’t see a thing yet,” Michael said regretfully. “But, yes, the buildings are usually bright red or bright lime green, to stand out as much as possible.”
“Like if there’s a blizzard?”
“Uh-huh. Though here blizzards just mean ferocious winds blowing snow and ice around. Hardly any new snow ever falls. Almost never.”
“That’s so weird,” I said.
“What’s weird?” Fang asked, making me jump. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me, as usual. For the past two days I’d been kind of avoiding him. I’d stood back and watched as he andBrigid Dwyer struck up a mutual-admiration society. She didn’t flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. Also my teeth. And my fists.
“That it doesn’t snow here,” I said. “Not a lot of precipitation.”
Fang nodded. “Brigidsays the air here is some of the driest on earth.”
“I guess you’ll be glad to get off the boat,” Michael said. “We’ll be staying in the guest quarters at theLucir station. They get tourists there every year.”
“I didn’t realize we’d be around a bunch of other people,” I said slowly. I’d gotten almost- well,comfortable is a strong word, but somewhatless tense, which is about as good as I ever get- around the scientists on board theWendy K. I didn’t want to start over with a bunch of strangers. Especially given the explode-o-pizza in Washington.
“There are twelve permanent families who live and work here,” Michael explained. “About forty people in all.”
Fang’s eyes met mine. Time to be back on guard.
39
A Poem
By Max
White is the color of little bu
White is the color of fluffy clouds fluffing their way across the sky.
White is the color of soft-serve ice cream in a cone.
White is the color of angels’ wings and Angel’s wings.
White is the color of brand-new ankle socks fresh out of the bag.
White is the color of crisp sheets inschmancy hotels.
White is the color of every last freaking,gol -danged thing you see for endless miles andmilesif you happen to be in Antarctica trying to save the world, which now you aren’t so sure you can do because you feel like if you see any more whiteness- Wonder Bread, someone’s underwear, teeth- you will completely and totally lose your ever-lovin’ mind and wind up pushing a grocery cart full of empty cans around New York City, muttering to yourself.
That was my first poemever.
Okay, so it’s not Shakespeare, but I liked it.
We tied up at theLucir station’s dock, next to a couple other boats. Awaiting us were a bunch of bright red metal buildings built up on stilts.
“They’re expecting us,” said Sue-A
“Okay,” I said, teeth prepared to clench,prebattle adrenaline starting to trickle into my veins.
There was no green: no trees, no shrubs, no grass, no weeds. There were also no sidewalks, no trash, no skyscrapers, no cars. It was completely different from anything we’d ever seen before, and suddenly the phrase “polar opposites” made a lot more sense.
“This is like being on the moon,” Nudge said in an awed voice. “It’s so clean.”
“We’re explorers,” saidGazzy happily. “We might see stuff no one else has ever seen.”
I looked at my flock. Each of them seemed a little nervous and a lot excited. They had a real purpose, beyond just cleaning their rooms or keeping watch or finding food. Even if that real purpose was concocted by scientists to create needless panic in the populace, still. The kids felt as though they could help. Clearly they just wanted to forget that this time three weeks ago we’d been fighting for our livesagain. And, I mean, why would any kid want to forgetthat?
If they really liked being here, reallyreally liked it, would they still come with me when it was time to leave? Because no matter what happened here or how much they felt they were helping, we would still eventually have to leave. We always leave.
This reality check brought to you by Max. You’re welcome.
Fang andIggy were facing away from the station buildings, in the direction of the endlesswhitescape. Fang stood out against the ice as if carved out of black marble. He turned and motioned me over with a nod.
“Gosh, lots of… white, huh?” I said, bouncing on my heels, already feeling the cold.
“Yeah…,”Iggy said in a weird voice.
“You’re actually not missing that much,Ig,” I told him. “It’s not like other places, where there’s tons of different stuff to see. Everything here is pretty much white. Lots of sharp white edges.”