least got a Guide to the Galaxy. I got nothing.
After Mrs. Girard had left, I’d sat there in stunned silence reading the COPA while the other girls got ready for dinner. I felt stupid, totally blindsided by things that I should have picked up on.
It was all just so surreal. I mean, I’d come to New York for one reason—to be normal. To hide my so-called gift from the world. That had been the plan, and I’d been totally committed to it. But the amazing thing was, by Winterhaven’s standards I
was
normal. I had nothing to hide.
“What about him?” I nodded toward a tall, blond guyheaded our way. He looked pretty normal, like any high school jock.
“That’s Jack Delafield,” Kate answered with a smile. “A tellie like me, and hands off, he’s mine.”
“Hey,” he called out, bending down to kiss her cheek. “Coach called a special practice, but I’ll be around later if you want to do something.”
“Sure. Hey, Jack, this is Violet. Violet, Jack.” Kate made the introduction. “She’s Cece’s new roommate. A precog.”
Precog? It was going to take me forever just to learn the lingo.
“Cool. Nice to meet you.” Jack smiled warmly, then turned his attention back to Kate. “I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?”
“’Kay,” she answered, then blew him a kiss as he walked away.
“He seems nice,” I said as soon as he was out of earshot. “How long have you two been going out?”
“Almost a year now. He’s the star running back on the football team,” she added, pride in her voice.
“You said he’s tele . . . telegenetic, like you?”
“Telekinetic,” she corrected. “Yeah, but we’re different types. I’m a macro, he’s a micro.”
“There’s more than one kind?”
“Show her, Kate,” Marissa said, gesturing toward the salt shaker on the table between us.
Kate shook her head. “Nah, I shouldn’t. We’re not really supposed—”
“Oh, just do it.” Marissa picked up the shaker and moved it directly in front of Kate.
“Geez, all right.” She took a deep breath and focused her gaze on the salt shaker.
My heart began to pound in anticipation, and I clasped my hands together beneath the table. Seconds later, the shaker slid silently down the length of the table, stopping right at the edge. I let out my breath in a rush, my skin tingling all over.
“There, are you happy?” Kate asked. “Anyway, Violet, that’s macro. I can move big stuff, stuff you can see. But Jack, he’s micro. He can move molecules, atoms, stuff like that. Stuff you need a microscope to see. Apparently it’s pretty handy in the chemistry lab.”
“But . . . but I thought you couldn’t use it in school,” I stuttered. “Isn’t that against the COPA?”
“He can’t use it in chemistry class. But he can do his own stuff in the lab, in his free time. He and Aidan are always working on projects together.”
“He and Aidan are friends?” I asked, somehow surprised.
“Well, I wouldn’t call them friends, not really. They don’t hang out together, except in the chem lab. Oh, look over there. That’s the shifters, that group there in the corner.”
I turned to watch as five perfectly normal-looking kids sat down and started to eat—three girls and two guys, nothing remarkable about them at all.
“Don’t stare,” Cece whispered, and I turned back toward the food that sat in front of me, getting cold. Beef stew, and not half-bad, really, though I had zero appetite.
“So, what kind of projects do they work on? Aidan and Jack,” I clarified, curious now.
“Research,” Kate answered. “Medical stuff. I don’t know what Aidan’s working on, but Jack . . . well, he’s got a little brother who has this really severe type of epilepsy, so that’s what he’s working on.”
“I still don’t get the whole brother thing,” Sophie said. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“What? That he has epilepsy?” I asked.
Sophie shook her head. “No, the fact that he has a brother at
After Mrs. Girard had left, I’d sat there in stunned silence reading the COPA while the other girls got ready for dinner. I felt stupid, totally blindsided by things that I should have picked up on.
It was all just so surreal. I mean, I’d come to New York for one reason—to be normal. To hide my so-called gift from the world. That had been the plan, and I’d been totally committed to it. But the amazing thing was, by Winterhaven’s standards I
was
normal. I had nothing to hide.
“What about him?” I nodded toward a tall, blond guyheaded our way. He looked pretty normal, like any high school jock.
“That’s Jack Delafield,” Kate answered with a smile. “A tellie like me, and hands off, he’s mine.”
“Hey,” he called out, bending down to kiss her cheek. “Coach called a special practice, but I’ll be around later if you want to do something.”
“Sure. Hey, Jack, this is Violet. Violet, Jack.” Kate made the introduction. “She’s Cece’s new roommate. A precog.”
Precog? It was going to take me forever just to learn the lingo.
“Cool. Nice to meet you.” Jack smiled warmly, then turned his attention back to Kate. “I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?”
“’Kay,” she answered, then blew him a kiss as he walked away.
“He seems nice,” I said as soon as he was out of earshot. “How long have you two been going out?”
“Almost a year now. He’s the star running back on the football team,” she added, pride in her voice.
“You said he’s tele . . . telegenetic, like you?”
“Telekinetic,” she corrected. “Yeah, but we’re different types. I’m a macro, he’s a micro.”
“There’s more than one kind?”
“Show her, Kate,” Marissa said, gesturing toward the salt shaker on the table between us.
Kate shook her head. “Nah, I shouldn’t. We’re not really supposed—”
“Oh, just do it.” Marissa picked up the shaker and moved it directly in front of Kate.
“Geez, all right.” She took a deep breath and focused her gaze on the salt shaker.
My heart began to pound in anticipation, and I clasped my hands together beneath the table. Seconds later, the shaker slid silently down the length of the table, stopping right at the edge. I let out my breath in a rush, my skin tingling all over.
“There, are you happy?” Kate asked. “Anyway, Violet, that’s macro. I can move big stuff, stuff you can see. But Jack, he’s micro. He can move molecules, atoms, stuff like that. Stuff you need a microscope to see. Apparently it’s pretty handy in the chemistry lab.”
“But . . . but I thought you couldn’t use it in school,” I stuttered. “Isn’t that against the COPA?”
“He can’t use it in chemistry class. But he can do his own stuff in the lab, in his free time. He and Aidan are always working on projects together.”
“He and Aidan are friends?” I asked, somehow surprised.
“Well, I wouldn’t call them friends, not really. They don’t hang out together, except in the chem lab. Oh, look over there. That’s the shifters, that group there in the corner.”
I turned to watch as five perfectly normal-looking kids sat down and started to eat—three girls and two guys, nothing remarkable about them at all.
“Don’t stare,” Cece whispered, and I turned back toward the food that sat in front of me, getting cold. Beef stew, and not half-bad, really, though I had zero appetite.
“So, what kind of projects do they work on? Aidan and Jack,” I clarified, curious now.
“Research,” Kate answered. “Medical stuff. I don’t know what Aidan’s working on, but Jack . . . well, he’s got a little brother who has this really severe type of epilepsy, so that’s what he’s working on.”
“I still don’t get the whole brother thing,” Sophie said. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“What? That he has epilepsy?” I asked.
Sophie shook her head. “No, the fact that he has a brother at
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