“Nothing,” he says.
Victria mutters a word, a single syllable, but I can’t hear it.
“What?” I say, an unbidden edge to my voice.
She looks me square in the eyes. “Freak. ”
“Victria!” the guitar player says.
She whirls around on him. “You heard Eldest! She is a freak! And here she’s been lying to us all this whole time, lying. Saying she’s from Sol-Earth! Telling us of wide spans of land, of an unending sky! She’s madder than all of us—why do you think Eldest brought her here? With her lies. ” She spits the word out. “Telling us she’s seen Sol-Earth! How dare she? How dare you!” She turns on me, cold hatred in her eyes.
“Calm down, Victria. She’s simple. Damaged. She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” says the guitar player.
“What are you talking about?” I back away.
“Don’t tell me about a sky that never ends,” she says, her voice low. “Don’t ever tell me about that sort of thing. Don’t even talk about it. There is no sky. Only a metal roof. ”
I flinch at the harshness of her words, but just before she whirls away from me and runs down the hall, I see that there are tears glistening in her eyes.
“What is going on?” I ask. I turn in a circle around the room. With the exception of Harley, they all stare at me with the same contempt and bitter anger that Victria spewed forth.
“Come on,” Harley says, standing up. “Let’s go back to your room. ”
“Why? I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
“Come on,” Harley says, and he leads me through the silent stares and out of the hostile room.
28
ELDER
WHEN I GET OFF THE ELEVATOR, THE TALKING DROPS TO A whisper. It’s not hard to guess what they’re discussing. I leave them with their whispers and lies. I don’t care what they think. I want to know what Amy thinks.
There is a brown stain just outside her door: the crushed remains of the flowers I’d left for her.
I knock. “Come in,” a deep male voice says. Harley. My stomach lurches. I run my finger on the door release button, and the door slides open.
Amy sits before her window, gazing out. The light shines on her upturned face, spilling over on her red-gold hair, making her clear green eyes sparkle. I stare, unable to tear my gaze from her.
“Beautiful, huh?” Harley says. He’s rearranged the desk so that it’s not leaning against the wall; instead it is cockeyed in front of Amy, with his table-easel propped on top. A small canvas leans against the easel, and Harley has already sketched out the scene before him with charcoal.
“You quit painting the fish?” I ask, hoping the bitterness doesn’t sound as obvious to them as it does to me.
“Yup!” Harley chirps. He dabs a tiny bit of blue on Amy’s painted face, giving her a hint of a shadow under her lips. “Funnily enough, I’m using almost the exact same colors on her as I was on the koi. Hey!” he adds, peeking from behind the canvas to Amy, “that’s your new name: from now on, you’re my Little Fish!”
Amy laughs cheerily at her new nickname, but I am glowering at Harley for calling her “his. ” It’s true, though: her red-gold-orange-yellow hair is the same color as the scales on Harley’s koi fish.
“So, Little Fish, ignore the boy and tell me about the sky. ”
My back stiffens at how Harley calls me “boy. ” I want to punch him. I really want to punch him, even if he is my best friend.
“The stars were my favorite, ever since I was little and my parents would take me t
o the observatory. ”
I’m not sure what an observatory is, but I do know this much: Amy’s first memory of seeing stars is with her family, and mine is with a dead man.
Amy looks at me, and I’m glad she can’t tell what I’m thinking. She picks at the meat pie on a napkin in her lap, and pops a piece in her mouth. She swallows it quickly, then drops the rest of the pie in the trash chute. She and Harley must have eaten here, instead of in the Ward cafeteria. Good. I can only imagine how the Ward residents are treating her after Eldest’s all-call. She takes a sip of water from the glass beside her and winces.