Once I got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was painted on a white square on the east corner. I felt my breathing gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as I approached the door. I tried holding my breath as I followed two unisex raincoats through the door.
The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. I copied them. They were two girls, one a porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. At least my skin wouldn't be a standout here.
I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name — not an encouraging response — and of course I flushed tomato red. But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting… and boring. I wondered if my mom would send me my folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating. I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on.
Spot 認出
Hyperventilation 換氣過度
Unisex 中性
Hook 掛鉤
Porcelain 瓷器
Nameplate 銘牌
gawk at 呆呆地看著
drone on 喋喋不休
一到自助餐廳，3號樓一眼就可以看到了。東邊的角上有一個白色的方塊，方塊上用黑漆寫著偌大的一個"3"字。快到門口時，我覺得自己的呼吸漸漸有點急促了。我跟在兩個穿著男女皆宜的雨披的學生後面走進教室時)，我盡力屏住了呼吸。
教室不大。我前面的那兩個人一跨過門就停了下來，把雨衣掛在了一長排鉤子上。我也跟著她們那樣做了。那是兩個女孩子，一個是棕紅皮膚、金髮碧眼，另一個皮膚也很蒼白，一頭閃亮的褐發。起碼，我的皮膚不會很顯眼了。
我把紙片拿上去交給了老師，一個高個子、禿頂的男老師，他在講臺上放了一張名牌，寫明自己是梅森先生。看到我的名字後，他呆呆地看著我——不是什麼鼓勵的反應——我自然刷地一下子紅了臉，紅得跟番茄似的。不過至少，他沒有把我介紹給全班同學，直接把我打發到後面的一張空著的課桌上去了。坐在後面，增大了我的這班新同學盯著我看的難度， 但是無論如何他們還是做到了。我一直低著頭，看著老師發給我的閱讀書目清單，都是相當基礎的：勃朗特、莎士比亞、喬叟、福克納。我全都讀過了。這很令我欣慰……同時又讓我覺得厭煩無聊。我不知道我媽媽會不會把我原來寫的那一夾子論文給我寄過來，或者說不知道她會不會認為那是作弊。老師嗡嗡嗡地講他的課時，我在腦子裡跟我媽媽進行了各種各樣的爭論。
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