lash out or say something nasty, think of how your actions will affect that other person.â He never gave up on us. I had to admire Mr. R. for that. âTOP thinking,â he called it. âThink of the Other Person.â
He would have been proud then, âcause I was indeed thinking of the other person. I stared through the flames at my old friend J.T. As usual, his head was down, but when he glanced up I caught his eye. Was he coming with me or what?
I couldnât tell. So in the darkness, I rushed to get a place in line right behind him. âWhatâs your answer?â I asked softly, close to his ear.
âStupid!â he hissed as we headed back to the dorm.
I didnât know if he meant that I was stupid, or the idea was stupid.
He turned his head slightly. âWhy do you have to go and run anyway?â
âI told you why. I gotta protect my mom and the kids.â
âHow are you going to do that? Your dadâs bigger than you are.â
âNot by much. If I have to, Iâll use my baseball bat for protection.â
âWhat?â J.T. turned all the way around and stopped the line. âThat bat I gave you for your birthday?â
âIf you were a real friend, youâd come with me,â I said quickly.
âYeah?â he spat back. âIf you were a real friend I wouldnât be here in the first place!â
Did he pull back his hand to hit me?
âYo! Whatâs going on back there?â Mr. R. hollered.
I threw up an arm to protect my faceâa dog barkedâI woke up!
My eyes flew open. It was a dream. Only a dream. J.T. didnât know I was going to run. And of course he wouldnât have gone with meâI wouldnât have asked! But his words echoed in my head:
If you were a real friend I wouldnât be here in the first place!
The dog barked again. I rolled over and followed his gaze. Some bikers were stopped on the towpath across the river. Had they seen us?
âShhhhhh!â I scooped up the dog in my arms and held his muzzle shut. âYou want to get me turned in?â
I sat there in my underwear, holding the dog, and looked down at my clothes, still drying, on a rock close to the river. Boy, was that dumb, I thought.
When the bikers left, I let go of the dog and scrambled down to get everything. The pants were still damp, but I put them back on anyway and, staying low, returned to the canoe to fetch the backpack. It was late afternoon by then and I was hungry again. I knew I should have rationed out the food but I didnât have the willpower. I ate the second Clif bar, then drank the second bottle of water, figuring I could refill it with river water if I had to.
At dusk, I pulled the canoe out from under the bushes and dragged it through a tangle of thickets and over rocks until I was past the dam. The water made a ton of noise pouring over that dam. It was only like a five-foot drop, but it would have swamped me for sure.
I walked to the edge of the river and refilled the empty plastic bottle, hoping the water wasnât full of pollution or tiny bugs or something. Then I closed my eyes and chugged the entire thing. It didnât taste bad, so I refilled the bottle for later.
Lucky for me, there was still some moonlight left. When it was time to go, I pulled the sweatshirt on, but kept the jacket tied around my waist. I stuffed my socks into my boots and tied them to the backpack. Then I rolled up my pants and waded into the river alongside the canoe.
Behind me, the dog whined softly. Iâd hoped to get away quick âcause I felt bad about leaving him. But with all that whining, I gave in and went back to shore briefly to scratch his head. âSorry, bud,â I told him. âI canât take you. You gotta go survive on your own now, okay?â
The dog held up his paw, like for me to shake it.
âIt was good to know you, too, bud. Youâll be all right.â
Then I turned, quickly