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England. So does that weigh in? I mean, he’s been here just over a week. And they have a whole different system over there.”
    Dr. Gellar looks at me over her glasses.
    “Max Carter hasn’t even taken the SATs,” I say. That’s something that Dr. Gellar will understand for sure.
    “Victoria, I don’t know what you’re getting at. If you’re asking me if you’re still in the running to be valedictorian, I suppose the answer is yes. You’re a gifted student with an excellent academic record. You’ve had near-perfect attendance and are an exemplary student.”
    “You
suppose
the answer is yes?” I say.
    “Victoria, these things aren’t decided until all the grades are in, and there are many gifted seniors who are very close together in merit.”
    “But he just got here. It doesn’t seem fair that someone can sneak in and steal away my place.”
    “Victoria, please stop wasting my time. I’m not going to guarantee anything until all the grades are in.”
    This answer will have to satisfy me. I push myself out of the metal chair, which unfortunately makes a horrible noise, and head out of Dr. Gellar’s office. I am just about to close the door when I remember I should say thank you. No use in making her all mad at me. She might let my standing slip.
    I poke my head back in.
    “Dr. Gellar?” I say.
    “What?” she snaps.
    “Thank you,” I say.
    I close the door, pull an apple from my bag, and take a big bite out of it. It is delicious.

    “You’re late, Egg,” Martin says.
    “So what?” I say. “I’m sure I didn’t miss anything.”
    It is unfortunate that the Science Fiction and Fantasy Club is filled with geeks. But they are the only people that I can talk to ad nauseam about the kind of stuff I actually like. The truth is, socially, most of them are even worse off than me.
    “Okay,” says Hasan. “Who’s in favor of taking a field trip to the Museum of Television and Radio and watching their screening of
Pilots of Science Fiction Television
on the thirty-first?”
    We all raise our hands.
    I agree to go only because I was planning on going anyway. No use in running into everyone there and making it be all weird. Might as well join the group.
    “Don’t forget that we have tickets to the midnight screening of
New Mars
tonight,” Hasan says.
    “
New Mars
is going to SUCK,” I say.
    “Egg, you say that about everything,” Rue says.
    “Not everything.” Hasan comes to my defense, just to sound as though he has his own opinion. “And she’s mostly right.”
    “I have high standards,” I say. “I don’t settle for flashy special effects and an overly dramatic soundtrack.”
    Martin winces. Those are his weaknesses. Martin only likes Hollywood science fiction. He’s never read the books. He’s never seen a foreign science fiction film or an indie science fiction film. No one here has. I like to see everything. So I always have the broader net to draw from.
    “But I’m still coming to the screening,” I say. “I’m always curious about a new space film. I hear they used a new technique on the animatronics for the Martians. I’m interested in seeing it in action.”
    We finish up some more club business and then the meeting is over.
    Martin and Rue, the only people I can stand talking to, come up to me outside after the club meeting.
    “We’re going to the New Bev to see
Raiders of the Lost Ark
beforehand. Want to join us?”
    “No can do,” I say. “I’ve got my internship at the American Cinematheque.”
    I flick Rue’s fedora with my fingers.
    “Get rid of the hat, Rue.”
    “Get rid of the cloak, Egg.”
    She smiles at me. I want to smile back, but it might break me.
    Egg is a woman who can’t afford to get too close to anyone.

    “So I need you to label and stuff all these envelopes for the gala party,” Wanda says.
    There are about a million invitations.
    “I’d like to go to the special screening of
A Dream for the Moon,
” I say.
    “I think Lark Austin