Duckling Ugly

I had broken for him. The piece he said he would keep forever.

'Good-bye, Cara.'

When I stepped out of the cafeteria, I was faced with a gathering of dozens of kids. They stood on either side of the hallway, wait­ing for me to pass between them. At the far end was the exit, wide open and waiting, with no guard or teachers in sight.

I strode forward, and felt something soft and wet hit my shoulder. A rotten strawberry. Then something else hit my back. I looked down to see a moldy orange on the floor.

In an instant, it became a storm. I was pelted from all angles by rotten fruit, rancid meat, and containers of sour milk that ex­ploded on me like water balloons. Someone hurled a rotten melon, which burst painfully upon my chest?but I weathered this storm, walking forward, holding my head high against the gauntlet of grunge, until I finally reached the end of the hall, where their chief conspirator stood between me and the door.

'You've never been one of us,' said Marisol. 'You'll never be one of us ... and you don't belong here.'

She held in her hand an onion, spotted green from mildew, soft, slimy, and dripping. She hefted it in her hand, ready to hurl it at my face, but then she said, 'You know what? I'm not gonna waste this on you.' And then she lifted the onion to her mouth and took a big, healthy bite.

To this day, I can still smell that putrid onion on her breath when she said, 'Get out.'

23 The ugly places

Harmony had been right. Aaron had been right. There was no place for me in the outside world, and there were worse things than being ugly. I should have known what would happen when I left, but I was too headstrong to realize the truth. I doubted Flock's Rest would ever return to the way it had been. Everyone there was cursed to the kind of ugliness that shattered mirrors.

The true curse was not with them, however. I was the one cursed. I was a thief of beauty, and the only place I could ever live in peace was De Leon. The ghetto for those too beautiful for this world.

For weeks, I had blocked out my thoughts of De Leon. I had chosen not to think about anything or anyone there, but now those thoughts and feelings came flooding back. I missed everyone?but most of all I missed Aaron. After all he had done for me, I had chosen to abandon him. That was as cruel as what I had done to Marshall. He didn't deserve that! I didn't know if he'd ever forgive me, but I knew once I'd made it back, I'd have an eternity to make it up to him.

I didn't feel the pull this time, as I had when I'd first left town, but I knew where to go. I walked, my feet aching in my shoes. By dusk, the wind had shifted and the smell of corpse flower faded. I walked until my feet were blistered. I didn't get offered any rides. I didn't look in the windows of any passing cars, for fear of the face I might see. I took a heavy coat from the coatrack in a roadside diner once night fell, and kept on walking well past midnight. I al­lowed myself only a few hours to sleep in the shelter of a sad, aban­doned barn that looked even older and more abandoned at dawn.

Just like Harmony, I was now wiser than when I left. Just like Harmony, I had gained that wisdom the hard way. Abuelo had ac­cepted her back, hadn't he? He would accept me back as well; I had to believe it, because it was the only thing that kept me going.

A few hours later, I finally found what I was looking for. The fading billboard with my mother's Cadillac and her smiling face, from the days when she and Dad were happy, and their lives were full of hope.

DEFIDO MOTORS, WHERE FINS STAND FOR STATUS.

My mere presence made the faint image fade into nothing­ness. Gray peeling paint against gray warping wood.

The path behind the billboard was overgrown, but it was still there. I took that path, climbing the foothills until those hills got steeper and turned into mountains. They weren't the kind of mountains you need heavy equipment to climb, but they were steep enough to make the process slow and exhausting. I was at the end of my endurance, but it wasn't muscles that drove me now. It was the knowledge that soon I'd be among the beautiful people of De Leon. Soon I would be home.

The air was colder and thinner the higher I climbed, until I saw in the distance, on a hill just a few miles away, a white stone building. I knew it was the monastery that Aaron had spoken of.

Turn west when you see the monastery, he had said.

I hiked through the night, stumbling, bruising, but never stopping. Scaling these treacherous hillsides in the dark was a dangerous thing. I could have slipped and broken my neck at any time, and put an end to my fragile eternessence?but I found I didn't care. De Leon or death, I told myself with every step. De Leon or death.

Then, finally, at dawn, I came to the valley. I knew, because I recognized the yellowed hillside and the bald spot where the monks picked up the weekly garbage.

I took only a moment to rest and breathe in my relief at finally being home. Where should I go first? I thought. Should I find Aaron? That's what I wanted to do, but I decided that I needed to pay re­spect where respect was due. My first stop would be Abuelo's mansion. I would bow before him. No?I would get down on my knees and beg for his forgiveness. I would cry, sincere tears of re­ pentance, and the anguish of a lesson painfully learned.

There, there, Abuelo would say. No tears here in the valley. The Caldero sheds all the tears we need?and they are all tears of joy. He would touch my chin, and I would look into his handsome, an­cient eyes, and he would smile. Welcome home, Cara, he would say. Now come and create our own sweet language.

The valley stretched out before me, hidden beneath a blanket of low, soft clouds. Filled with a joy I hadn't felt since before I left, I descended the hillside, into the cloud bank.

When I emerged from the clouds, the rest of the valley was there before me . . . but something was very wrong. This was still the town of De Leon, but it was not the way I remembered.

The hills that had been so gloriously green when I had left were now the color of mud, and the beautiful homes were no longer white. In fact, they seemed not to have any paint on them at all.

As I got closer I could see the warping, aged wood of each building, as gray as the homes I had left behind in Flock's Rest. The gazebo in the center of the beautiful park had fallen apart.

I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't believe what I was see­ing. Decay had crept into this beautiful valley so quickly, it looked like it had been abandoned for decades.

'Hello!' I called out. 'Aaron! Harmony! Anybody!'

But no one was there to hear me. The town was deserted. At the far end of the stone path, Abuelo's mansion was gone. It had burned to the ground, and all that remained were black cinders and the charred memory of beams.

Then, as the clouds lifted just a bit, I saw the hillside above the ruined mansion, and my heart, as sick as it was, found a glimmer of hope?because there, high on the hill, was a patch of green!

It was near the spot where Aaron and I had picnicked, at the entrance to the cave that led to the fountain.

Of course, I thought to myself, that's where they've all gone. The fountain must be fading, and they've all gone down there to nurture it.

With renewed strength, I climbed to the plateau. The grass there was yellowing, but for every yellow blade, there was still a blade of green. There was still beauty here.

I found the entrance to the cave, stumbled in the darkness until I found a torch and matches to light it. Then, following the path Aaron and I had taken once before, I wended my way down, down, down, into the heart of the mountain, where the air was stale and hot.

I heard no skittering sounds of creatures around me this time, and as I neared the cavern Abuelo called the