The Wave

The point was a good one. Ben could think of no reason why they should trust him. He only knew that they should. He hoped that by evening they would understand.

David and Laurie spent most of the afternoon waiting outside Principal Owens's office to see him. They were miserable and depressed, certain that Mr Ross had tricked them into co-operating with him so that they could not prevent what now appeared to be the final hours before The Wave movement at Gordon High joined the national Wave movement, which had been growing simultaneously at high schools all over the country.

Even Principal Owens seemed unsympathetic when he finally got around to seeing them. On his desk was a brief report from Mr Ross, and although neither of them could see what it said, it was obvious that it must have stated that Laurie and David had disrupted the class. Both of them pleaded with the principal to stop The Wave and the five o'clock rally, but Principal Owens only insisted that everything would be all right.

Finally he told them to go back to their classes. David and Laurie were incredulous. Here they were trying to prevent the worst thing they'd ever seen happen in school and Principal Owens seemed to be oblivious.

Out in the hall, David threw his books into his locker and slammed the door shut. “Forget it,” he told Laurie angrily. “I'm not hanging around here any more today. I'm splitting.”

“Just wait for me to put my books away,” Laurie told him. “I'll join you.”

A few minutes later, as they walked down the path away from school, Laurie sensed that David was getting depressed. “I can't believe how dumb I was, Laurie,” he kept saying. “I can't believe I really fell for it.”

Laurie squeezed his hand. “You weren't dumb, David. You were idealistic. I mean, there were good things about The Wave. It couldn't be all bad, or no one would have joined in the first place. It's just that they don't see what's bad about it. They think it makes everyone equal, but they don't understand that it robs you of your right to be independent.”

“Laurie, is it possible that we're wrong about The Wave?” David asked.

“No, David, we're right,” Laurie answered.

“Then why doesn't anybody else see it?” he asked.

“I don't know. It's like they're all in a trance. They just won't listen any more.”

David nodded hopelessly.

It was still early and they decided to walk to a park near by. Neither wanted to go home yet. David wasn't sure what to think of The Wave or Mr Ross. Laurie still believed it was a fad that the kids would ultimately get bored with, no matter who organized it or where. What frightened her was what the kids in The Wave might do before they grew tired of it.

“I feel alone all of a sudden,” David said as they walked through the trees in the park. “It's like all my friends are part of a crazy movement and I'm an outcast just because I refuse to be exactly like them.”

Laurie knew exactly how he felt, because she felt it too. She moved close to him and he put his arm around her. Laurie felt closer to David than ever. Wasn't it odd how going through something bad like this could bring them closer? She thought back to the night before, how David had forgotten entirely about The Wave the second he'd realized he'd hurt her. Suddenly she hugged him hard.

“What?” David was surprised.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” she said.

“Hmmm.” David looked away.

Laurie felt her mind drifting back to The Wave. She tried to imagine the school auditorium that afternoon, filled with Wave members. And some leader somewhere speaking to them over the television. What would he tell them? To burn books? To force all non-Wave members to wear armbands? It seemed so utterly crazy that anything like this could happen. So... suddenly Laurie remem­bered something. “David,” she said, “do you remember the day this all started?”

“The day Mr Ross taught us the first motto?” David asked.

“No, David, the day before that — the day we saw that movie about the Nazi concentration camps. The day I was so upset. Remember? No one could understand how all the other Germans could have ignored what the Nazis were doing and pretended they didn't know.”

“Yeah?” David said.

Laurie looked up at him. “David, do you remember what you said to me at lunch that afternoon?”

David tried to recall for a moment, hut then shook his head.

“You told me it could never happen again.”

David looked at her for a second. He felt himself smiling ironically. “You know something?” he said. “Even with the meeting with that national leader at the rally this afternoon — even though I was part of it, I still can't believe it's happening. It's so insane.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Laurie said. Then an idea struck her. “David, let's go back to school.”

“Why?”

“I want to see him,” she said. “I want to see this leader. I swear, I won't believe this is really happening until I see it for myself.”

“But Mr Ross said it was for Wave members only.”

“What do you care?” Laurie asked him.

David shrugged. “I don't know, Laurie. I don't know if I want to go back. I feel like ... like The Wave got me once and if I go back it might get me again.”

“No way,” Laurie laughed.

17

It was incredible, Ben Ross thought as he walked towards the auditorium. Ahead of him, two of his students sat at a small table in front of the auditorium doors, checking membership cards. Wave members were streaming into the auditorium, many carrying Wave banners and signs. Ross couldn't help thinking that before the advent of The Wave it would have taken a week to organize so many students. Today it had taken only a few hours. He sighed. So much for the positive side of discipline, community, and action. He wondered, if he was successful in “de­programming'the students from The Wave, how long it would be before he'd begin seeing sloppy homework again. He smiled. Is this the price we pay for freedom?

As Ben watched, Robert, wearing a jacket and tie, came out of the auditorium and exchanged salutes with Brad and Brian.

“The auditorium is full,” Robert told them. “Are the guards in place?”

“They are,” Brad said.

Robert looked pleased. “Okay, lets check all the doors. Make sure they're all locked.”

Ben rubbed his hands together nervously. It was time to go in. He walked towards the stage entrance and noticed that Christy was there waiting for him.

“Hi.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. “I thought I'd wish you luck.”

“Thanks, I'll need it,” Ben said.

Christy straightened his tie. “Did anyone ever tell you you look great in suits?” she asked.

“Matter of fact, Owens said that the other day.” Ben sighed. “If I have to start looking for a new job, I might be wearing them a lot.”

“Don't worry. You'll do fine,” Christy told him.

Ben managed a slight smile. “I wish I had your faith in me,” he said.

Christy laughed and turned him towards the stage door. “Go get “em, tiger.”

The next thing Ben knew, he was standing near the side of the stage, looking out at the crowded auditorium filled with Wave members. A moment later Robert joined him there.

“Mr Ross,” he said, saluting, “all the doors are secure and the guards are in place.”

“Thank you, Robert,” Ben said.

It was time to begin. As he strode to the centre of the auditorium stage, Ben glanced quickly towards the