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a
problem with the wall structure? I shifted my hand through the wall and held a
handful of drywall that crumbled between my fingers. That was one deposit we
didn’t get back.”
    “ Open .
That’s your rune. I don’t remember how to draw it, but I do remember hearing
about it. So I guess that explains it.”
    “Explains
what?”
    “Why
you could get into my car, even though I set a great rune. You can walk through
walls.”
    There
was pain at the back of my neck. I stopped talking (and listening, to be
honest) when the feeling of being watched came back and bit me. My entire neck
burned like someone put a curling iron there and wouldn’t take it off.
    I
turned behind me. That silver convertible was the only car other than mine on
that side of the parking lot. When I looked at the car, the burning sensation
left. There was movement from inside the car, a rustling of yellow and green,
and a flash of red hair. The convertible revved its engine and then pulled
forward with a jerk. I watched as the car pulled past me. Erica Fisher sat in
the front seat of her car, her red hair dancing behind her in the early fall
wind.
    Erica
Fisher was an Instinct?

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    I
wiped away the rest of the silence rune. It was almost spent anyway.
    “Off,”
I said, gesturing for Joe to get off my car. I pushed his arm, and he stood up.
    “What…”
he started.
    I
ignored him and sat down in the driver’s seat. I’ve known Erica Fisher since
third grade. I’ve had staring contests with the girl. I would have known if she
was an Instinct… same way I could tell Joe was one. I tried to close the
driver’s side door, but Joe held it open by the metal along the top.
    “What,
you’re not gonna give me a ride home?”
    I
smiled into the rear view mirror. “Nope, hope you wore comfortable shoes.”
    I
hit the gas, and the car sprang forward, leaving Joe standing in the parking
lot, his messenger bag around his chest. I was facing away from the exit, so I
flipped a U-turn, the wheels squealing because I was driving too fast.
    Joe
started running toward my car. Right before he would have hit it, he covered
his head and jumped. The brake pedal felt rough against my bare foot. Joe went
through the glass and the metal of the door like it was painted air. He landed
in the passenger seat next to me. His shoulder hit into mine.
    I
looked at him, and he smiled back at me.
    “I’m
glad that worked,” he said.
    “Seriously?”
I said. Erica was at the end of the parking lot making a left hand turn. I hit
the gas pedal. “Don’t you have any boundaries?”
    Joe
put his right foot on my windshield, and both of his hands behind his head.
“Not really, no.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back.
    I
reached the exit of the lot and then turned left. Erica’s car couldn’t be that
far away. I knew those streets well. I just walked through them this morning. I
lived my whole life here, same as Erica. She lived two blocks behind my house,
so if she were going home, she would turn right at the light.
    Something
told me she wasn’t going toward her house.
    “There,”
I said, pointing with my right hand.
    The
silver car turned left at the light, toward the highway. I sped up in the right
lane, passing a green minivan on the left.
    Joe
put his feet down on the ground. His hands perched on the dashboard, his
fingers brushing against the formed plastic.
    “So,
what’s up?” he asked, with a false bravado.
    “You
know that girl Erica, who followed behind us when we walked to third period?
    “Yeah,
the hot red head.”
    That
shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did. I rolled my eyes.
    “Something
weird is going on,” I said. “I think she might be an Instinct.”
    “Man,
did I sign up for the best job or what?”
    “You’re
kind of a jerk, you know that?” I said, as I turned left at the light.
    “Yeah,
I’ve been told that.” A flash of pain crossed his face so quick I wasn’t sure
if I even saw it.