Excerpt from A List of Cages by Robin Roe, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"I already marked you absent." Miss Carlisle sighs. She's probably even older than Mr. Pearce, with hair that might have once been blond and eyes that might have once been bright blue before she faded like a photograph. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

I know the new online attendance system is stressful for her, because she tells us almost every day. "I'm sorry," I say.

"It's fine." She slumps, her posture weary. "I'll take care of it."

As I'm heading to my seat in the back, the only other boy in class, Jared, waves to get my attention. "I'll see you on the bus today, right?" he says.

I don't answer.

Miss Carlisle announces that we have to complete the assignments in groups, so everyone shouts the names of the people they want, and they pull their desks into circles.

I'm probably the only person in the school who hates it when the teacher lets us choose our own groups. I lower my head to my desk and close my eyes. I used to think that if I concentrated, I could make myself disappear. I don't exactly believe that anymore, but sometimes I still have to try.

"Julian," Miss Carlisle says, "you are really pushing it today. Find a group." I glance around at the ones that have formed, a tight anxious knot in my stomach. "Just join the group closest to you."

Closest to me is Kristin, a girl who looks a little bit like a goldfish with her orange hair and bulging eyes. She sends me a bruising glare, and I feel like I'm wearing a defective invisibility cloak—a device that works perfectly until I do something stupid.

I met Kristin at the beginning of school this year. In first period, she tapped my shoulder and asked if I was reading an Elian Mariner book. I nodded, wary, because no one ever starts conversations with me. But when she asked what it was about, my words just spilled out. Yes, it was an Elian Mariner book, probably my favorite in the entire series. Kristin kept nodding and asking questions, and she said her sister loved those books. Then she added, "My sister's seven."

When everyone around us started laughing, I hid the book in my backpack. It wasn't until my next class that I noticed it was missing. Then in sixth period, I was returning from sharpening my pencil, and there it was, sitting on my chair.

I opened it to find that every illustration had been desecrated with black Sharpie. Drawings of penises were jutting up from Elian's pants, and floating penises were pointed at his mouth. Eyes stinging, I looked up to find the entire class watching me. I caught Kristin's fish eyes in the crowd, then she fell headfirst into her desk, shaking with laughter.

"Julian!" Miss Carlisle calls out now. "Move."

I quickly drag my desk to join the girls.

"So, Violet, Jen, " Kristin says, "should we split things up?" I pretend not to notice that she's excluding me and open my textbook.

"Okay," Violet answers. "Julian, did you want to—"

"I want a good grade on this," Kristin interrupts her. "Let's just divide it between us."

Violet doesn't answer, and I keep pretending I can't hear.


After the final bell, it looks like someone kicked over a beehive. Kids are swarming and flying in a thousand different directions. There's a sudden explosion of noise—talking and cell phones beeping. But I stand frozen at the top of the steps just outside the school.

My father is leaning against a tall tree across the street.

When I was little, my mother was usually the one who picked me up, but every now and then Dad would get off early and surprise me. Instead of joining the pickup line of cars, he'd meet me on foot. His hands were always blotted with ink, like a child's after finger painting, and he'd say, It's too nice a day not to walk. He'd say that even if it was raining.

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