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her. I was so jealous of her social life and her love life. I’m a terrible twin for not knowing something was wrong until it was too late. And I don’t want my friends to realize what a horrible person I am. I’d rather they just think I’m still mad with grief.
    Before I can grab my stuff and storm off dramatically, Tris beats me to it, saving me the embarrassment. She takes her books and stomps off. She passes dangerously close to Thing One and his groupies, and it looks like she says something to him, because he drops his arms from around the girls. Alex sleeps through the drama, until Trista sits down on the table with him and rubs up against him. Thing One looks murderous, then he takes both sophomores and leaves the courtyard, his hand squeezing one’s ass.
    Natalie is watching the show with me. “Maybe Hank isn’t the one for Tris. But they’ve got a lot of history, and I don’t think either of them really wants to let the other one go yet. She’s wasting her time with Pluto, though. He is definitely still mourning Iris.”
    â€œWhat makes you say that?” I ask. He is trying to ignore Tris, but she now has her hands all over him. Playing with his hair, touching his shirt. I want to smile when he tries to scoot away from her and she finally slinks off.
    â€œI’ve seen him wear her ring,” Natalie says.
    â€œThe opal one?” We had matching birthstone rings our parents gave us on our fifteenth birthday. Mine is still in my jewelry box. They say it’s bad luck to wear opal if you weren’t born in October, so I refuse to wear mine. Iris loved hers and didn’t care about superstitions.
    Natalie shakes her head. “Maybe? But I don’t think it’s opal. It looks like a galaxy or something.”
    I stare at her. That is my ring. The one with a stone that looks like the Butterfly Nebula. Iris gave it to me the Christmas we were freshmen, then borrowed it all the time. I haven’t seen it in over a year.
    â€œBesides,” Natalie says, still watching Alex. “He’s been so different since Iris died. Much more quiet than he used to be. It’s like he’s gone . . . dark.”
    â€œBroody dark or homicidal dark?” I ask.
    She shrugs.
    The bell rings, and I have to go to class. It would be rude of me to demand my ring back from Alex if it reminds him of Iris, but it’s mine. Sooner or later, I’ll want it back.
    Natalie follows me in to English, but Tris skips. Maybe she’s getting back together with Thing One and they are making out in the parking lot. I can’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous, because the teacher makes us clear our desks as soon as the bell rings and hands out an exam on the previous unit, Greek comedies and Aristophanes.
    Answer four of the following five essay questions. Each question is worth twenty-five points. I just spent the last thirty minutes studying the wrong thing.

CHAPTER 6
    Eleven Days
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    A 47. I flunked yesterday’s test on Greek comedies utterly. Tragically. I wonder if Verla is some sort of psychic. Not only did I miss lunch today because I had to help Natalie study for French, but my bracelet broke and I thought I had lost it. Luckily, Natalie found it in the grass in the quad. I don’t know if the clasp can be replaced or not.
    After going over the exam, our teacher wants to continue discussing themes in Antigone. And Mr. Herrington wants to talk about Antigone’s relationship with her sister, Ismene. I slump a little in my seat, and avoid Natalie’s gaze. Antigone was the outspoken one, and Ismene was the one who wanted to follow the rules. No, she wanted to follow their uncle’s rules. Antigone wanted to follow the rules of their gods. Ismene tried to play it safe, but then also tried to stand up for her sister when Antigone was arrested. “Kill me too,” Ismene begged, when Antigone got the death penalty, which only pissed