All Fall Down Chaps 1-2

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Chapter 1

When I was twelve I broke my leg jumping off the wall between Canada and Germany," I say, but the woman across from me doesn't even blink. I don't ask whether or not she has ever heard the story. I'm pretty sure she probably has, but I keep talk- ing anyway. 

"My brother said that the fall would probably kill me. But it just broke my right femur in three places. I totally showed him." 

"I see," the woman says, stone-faced, and I go on. 

"I fractured my left forearm when I was ten, and dislocated my right shoulder five months later. Have you ever been to Fort Benning?" I ask, but I don't really wait for an answer. "Well, you might think that big tree outside the Officer's Club is climbable. Trust me - it isn't. Okay. Where was I? Oh, fourteen was the year of the concussion. There were two of them. We were stationed in San Diego then. I didn't break my ankle until we moved to Alabama." 

I take a deep breath. "And that brings me to now. Now I'm here." 

"And you're not bleeding," the woman says. "What an excellent start." 

"So in answer to your question, Mrs. Chancellor - " "Oh, it's Ms. Chancellor, Grace. I'm not married." 

"Sorry. Ms. Chancellor. I don't mean to get into trouble. Trouble just sort of finds me." 

Behind her dark-rimmed glasses, I can see a glint in Ms. Chancellor's brown eyes. Her mouth ticks up in something that isn't quite a smirk but definitely isn't a smile. I can tell she doesn't believe me - but I also know that she would like to. Everyone wants me to be different than advertised. Grace: the new-and- improved edition. 

What Ms. Chancellor can't possibly realize is how nobody wants that more than me. 

"Well, let's hope trouble doesn't have your change-of-address card," she says. "Your grandfather would like this to be a fresh start for you, Grace. A new city. A new home. We would like this to be a chance for you to get away from your issues." 

She could have tried to be nice about it. To be . . . you know . . . diplomatic. That is the purpose of this place, after all. But I guess diplomacy doesn't always extend to teenage girls with my sort of reputation.

"Is that all?" Ms. Chancellor smiles a little. It's almost like she's daring me to top myself. 

"Well, I did watch my mother die right in front of my eyes when I was thirteen. But you already knew about that, didn't you, Ms. Chancellor?" 

She recoils as I say this. People always do. To tell you the truth, that's kind of why I do it. I mean, it's not like avoiding the topic of the fire will bring my mother back. It won't make me un-see what I saw. And, besides, I know Ms. Chancellor really wants to ask me about it - to see if I'm as crazy as advertised. This is her chance. If she's crazy enough to take it. 

But she's not. 

Instead, she stands and starts toward the door. 

"Well, Grace, why don't I take you to your room?" she asks, but I can almost hear what she's thinking - the undercurrent of questions and doubts. My life is a never-ending conversation of the things that people do not say. 

Ms. Chancellor smiles. "I bet you'd like to get settled in." When I follow her out into the long hall, I can't help but glance 

at the double doors of the neighboring office. They're big and heavy - stately - with the US seal in the center and two f lags f lanking them. They look so official and so strong, but the most important thing about these doors is that they are tightly closed. Even to me.