Double Dutch
Authors: Sharon M. Draper
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For my brother, Jeffrey
one
“L
OOK OUT, GIRL, HERE COME THE
T
OLLIVER TWINS
!
Have mercy! They look like they're ready to bite something.” Delia pulled her books close to her body and tried to avoid what looked like was going to be a direct confrontation with the two most feared boys at the schoolâTabu and Titan Tolliver.
“Or kill something,” Charlene whispered, eyes wide with real concern. “I wouldn't want to be alone in a room with them. Every time they pass me, I get so scared, I feel like I'm gonna wet my pants!”
“That's disgusting!” Delia said, laughing, as she glanced at Charlene.
“I ain't lyin'! I'm scared for real! I heard they kill puppies and kittens for fun. Felicity Johnson lives next door to them, and she told me she found her kitten dead on her front steps. It had been stabbed with a knife,” Charlene said dramatically, shuddering at the thought.
“I heard that, too. But that's no proof that the twins killed her kitten,” Delia said, trying to sound reasonable. “Sometimes kids just make that stuff up 'cause it sounds gross.”
“Greg Mason's dog was also killed. Stabbed. And he lives down the street from the Tollivers,” Charlene added
with authority. “His next-door neighbor's cousin told me.”
“I heard Greg's dog got hit by a car,” Delia replied. But she still watched nervously as the two unsmiling boys approached them. It was as if a double shadow was heading their way.
“The dog is still dead,” Charlene said, refusing to accept any other explanation. “And Greg's house is awfully close to the Tollivers'. Yo Yo told me the twins carry knives and sawed-off shotguns and hand grenades in their book bag.” Charlene spoke as if she believed it. “You believe that?” Charlene asked, hoping Delia would say no.
“Most times I don't believe Yolanda, but those two are some scary dudes. I wouldn't be surprised at anything. Before you know it, we'll be needing metal detectors on the front doors around here.”
“I'm surprised they haven't got around to thatâmakin' this place feel like a prison. Most of the big-city schools have all kinds of security these days,” Charlene stated with authority.
“Yeah, I know. Small-town schools, too. It's a shame. Why do you think the Tollivers dress in the same black clothes every day?” Delia asked in a whisper. “You think that's all the clothes they have?”
“Maybe they want to show people how bad they are!” Charlene said softly.
“They made me a believer!”
“You got that right! Quit whispering! They know we're talkin' about them!” Delia and Charlene tried to move out of the way of the twins, but the halls were crowded, and everybody seemed to be trying to do the same thing.
Titan and Tabuâtall and impressive-looking, dressed
exactly alike in black jeans, black sweaters, and black skullcapsâstrode through the hall not as two people but as one unified force. Their faces wore the same menacing frown, their fists were clenched into the same tight threat, and their thick black boots stomped in unison on the scuffed hallway floor. They carried no books, even though it was almost third bell. They glared at Charlene and Delia as they pushed through the crowded hallway. With his shoulder, Titan pushed Delia against the lockers, and Tabu knocked Charlene out of the way in the other direction as they passed. She lost her balance and fell to the floor in a heap of books and papers. Tabu and Titan glanced back at them as though to make sure their authority had terrified the two girls. It had. Delia said nothing and looked the other way rather than risk a confrontation. A sea of people in the hall separated as the two forged a path through the crowd.
“Kids treat Tabu and Titan like they're Moses in the wilderness,” Charlene said with disgust as she picked up her books and papers. “Looks like the parting of the waters of the Red Sea as they go through there.”
“No, not Moses,” Delia said, rubbing her shoulder. “Moses was a holy man. Those two are ⦠bad. I can feel it.”
“They give me chills. They don't talk to people, they don't speak up in classâI think some of the teachers are scared of them too,” Charlene declared as they headed on to their classes.
Delia sighed. “Miss Benson, my English teacher, is real scared of them, I know. She's just a first-year teacher-she doesn't know how to handle the rough kids yet. It's all she can do to figure out how to handle the thirty-one other kids
in the class, let alone the Terrible Tollivers. There's the bell. That's where I'm headed now. Wish me luck.”
“Peace out, Delia. Stay clear of those two.”
“You don't have to warn me. Besides, I got enough problems of my own to take time to worry about them. Later.”
Delia hurried down the hall and into her classroom just before Miss Benson closed the door. She was glad her seat was in the front of the room, far away from Tabu and Titan, who sat in the very last row in the back. Miss Benson had not tried to change their seats when they transferred into the class during the second week of school. Delia figured the teacher wanted to keep as much space as possible between her and those two openly hostile boys.
Miss Benson was very youngâjust out of college. She still had hints of teenage acne on her face and she dressed more like a teenager than a teacher. Delia had thought she looked really uncomfortable in the business suit that she had worn for Open Houseâshe was probably a jeans-and-sweatshirt kind of person. She liked to play with her hair, and she giggled sometimes when she should have put on a stony face. But Delia liked her because Miss Benson was energetic and excited about teaching, not like many of her other teachers, who seemed so tired every day. Delia also liked her because she could fool Miss Benson so easily. Miss Benson still had much to learn.
Delia forgot about Tabu and Titan for the moment as class began.
Miss Benson tried to be pleasant and conversational as she took attendance. “Quentin Bates? Glad to see you back. That flu bug is a doozy! Make sure you see me after class for makeup work.”
Quentin coughed and nodded.
“Delia Douglas?”
Delia answered with a smile. “Here.”
“Smiling and prepared, as usual, I see.” Miss Benson liked her, Delia could tell. Delia knew most of her teachers liked her because she was always pleasant and cooperative, willing to run errands or pass out materials. “Are you jumping on the Double Dutch team again this year?”
“Oh, yeahâit's the bomb!” Yolanda blurted out before Delia had a chance to answer. “Me and Delia and Charlene Byrd are the best jumpers on the face of the earth! You oughta come see us jump tomorrow! It's just the city qualifying competition, but I'll still be dynamite! Or you can come to the state finals in a few weeks if you feel like driving to Columbus.”
Delia turned around and grinned at Yolanda, who always enjoyed being the center of attention. She also noticed that the Tolliver brothers had glanced at each other as Yolanda spoke. Delia's smile faded into a frown.
Miss Benson replied, “I'm very proud of all of you, but I can't come tomorrow. However, I promise I will come to see you jump one of these days.”
“Okay, then plan to come to the national finals-well, we call it the World Championships because kids from places like Taiwan and Canada and Germany come here to compete. They're gonna be held here in Cincinnati in a couple of months. And I WILL be the star!” she boasted with a grin. “I'll let you know the dates and stuff.”
Miss Benson promised again to try to make it. The rest of the class started to talk about the Double Dutch team, the baseball team, the choirâthe conversation expanding as
each person added something about their own particular after-school activity.
“Let's settle down now,” Miss Benson said mildly. She continued through the rest of the names on the list, even though she could see at a glance who was absent. It was her way of making the class feel comfortable. Delia liked the fact that Miss Benson took the time to talk to the kids, even if it was just stupid small talk before each class.
“Leeza Moxley? Nice hairstyle this morning.”
Leeza smiled and stood for everyone to notice her curls and waves. Most of the kids ignored her, but Leeza didn't care. She had been given a chance to show off.
“Miss Yolanda Pepper,” Miss Benson said with a little bow, as if Yo Yo were some kind of princess. Yolanda loved it, of course. “What a lovely necklace,” Miss Benson began.
“I got it in Mexico when me and my parents went this weekend,” Yolanda said immediately. “It's real silver.”
“My parents and I,” Miss Benson said automatically. Then she asked, “You went to Mexico just for the weekend?” Delia laughed to herself. She couldn't believe that Miss Benson could keep falling for Yolanda's tall tales. Yolanda, who liked to be called Yo Yo, specialized in not telling the truth.
“Hey, Miss Benson, you ought to know you can't believe Yo Yo. She lies like a rug! She ain't never been to Mexico. And she got that necklace at the dollar store!” Randy shouted loudly across the room.
“Now you just telling everybody where you buy your clothes!” Yolanda retorted.
Randy grinned and yelled back, “No, but I saw your mama there. She's so backwards, she was askin' for a price check at the dollar store!”
“Don't you be talkin' about my mama, Randy! I was in Mexico and I can prove it,” Yolanda insisted. “I'll show you my plane ticket stub!” Yolanda furiously dug in her purse, searching for the paper that would prove her story. “I can't find it, but I'll bring it tomorrow. You can call my mother and ask her!”
“Your mama probably don't even know where Mexico is!” Randy teased. “Your mama is so dumb, she couldn't pass a blood test!” Everyone in the class laughed, except for the Tollivers.
Yo Yo put her hands on her hips and fired a look of challenge at Randy. “I told you don't be talkin' about my mother! Your mama's so backwards she sits on the TV and watches the couch!”
Randy quipped back quickly, “Well, your mama's so clumsy she got tangled up in the cordless phone!”
“Well, I heard your mama took a spoon to the Super Bowl!”
“That's enough from both of you!” Miss Benson said sternly. “I will NOT have this kind of disrespect in my class-room!” She was quickly losing control of the class. Delia watched with mild amusement.
As she sat down, Yolanda muttered loud enough for Randy to hear, “At least I got a mama!” Randy's smile faded. He tried to hide it, but Delia could see the hurt look on his face.
Miss Benson went back to taking attendance. “Tabu Tolliver?” The room was silent. “I see you're here. Good,” Miss Benson said.
“Titan Tolliver? Also present,” Miss Benson said, almost to herself. She looked a little nervous, Delia thought. “Randy Youngblood? As if I need to ask!”
“Yo!” Randy shouted loudly. “The Youngblood is here! And I'm sorry for all that stuff I said, Miss Benson. Yolanda's mama is cool with me.” He was trying to regain a little power, Delia realized. Yolanda had been way out of line. Randy's mother had left her husband and her son a couple of years ago. Randy had not heard from her since, and even though he tried to cover it up with jokes, Delia knew it still was a painful subject for him.
“Sit down, Randy. Nobody could miss you. And your apology should go to Yolanda.” Randy glanced at Yolanda, but she had taken a brush from her book bag and was noticeably fixing her hair while ignoring Randy completely.