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definitely be an interesting semester.” Professor Elytis begins class, talking about random stuff I really don’t understand. Most of the students take notes, but I can’t understand what the teacher is saying, let alone try to spell it.
    After an hour and a half, we’re dismissed, and I pause to say goodbye to Martin before I leave. “Later, fire guy.”
    “Bye, stab girl.”  
    Laughing, I head to Mythology alone.  
    After an uneventful yet interesting Mythology class, I realize that I have no idea who is in my lunch period or what even goes on during lunch. Each class is an hour long but then it just says lunch on my paper schedule.I’m confused whether everyone is at lunch at the same time or if there are shifts. I don’t have a choice thanks to my rumbling stomach, so I trek to the student center smack dab in the middle of campus.  
    Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I head into the large circular room dreading all of the leering eyes. I gain a boost of confidence when most eyes stay locked on their friends and away from me, so I beeline for the lunch line, wanting to get in and out as fast as possible.
    Of course it doesn’t go smoothly when Kara snatches my arm, linking hers in mine and tugs me towards her table after I buy my lunch. I scowl at her but she laughs, talking my ear off about some hot new guy in her classes. She drones on and on, only stopping when we reach the large table. At least I’m not the latest gossip anymore. New hot guy overpowers quiet new girl.
    Glancing around, there are some new faces that I don’t recognize at the table, but the majority of students are the same group from dinner last night. A bright red haired girl with freckles, an Asian-looking girl, and a group of guys are all new at our table, so I smile at them as they all introduce themselves to me. I don’t catch a single name, but I nod my head, pretending to tune in while I’m really a human zombie.  
    “Helllloooo?” Kara shakes her perfectly manicured hand in front of my face, reaping my full attention. “Are you listening at all, girl?” Who knows how long she was trying to get my attention.
    “Sorry, tuned out.” I smile over at her, acting like I’m fatigued as I rub my eyes which really are sleepy. It’s not a complete lie. I had trouble sleeping last night, and Kara’s light snoring didn’t help rock me to sleep at all.  
    “What’s your favorite kind of pizza?” Kara asks for the second, possibly third, time. She has a hint of annoyance on her face, but it fades away quickly. I can tell she bounces back like a pro.  
    “I like margarita.” I jerk my shoulders at her odd question. I don’t want to tell her that I will eat anything and sound like a pig, so I just come up with a random pizza type. Truth is, I like them all since we ordered in almost every night at home.  
    “Me too!” Megan squeals, clapping her hands together. Her glasses slide down her nose, and she pushes them back up the bridge of her nose like a librarian. She giggles again, and it’s the cutest thing ever. She’s like a little girl in an ice cream parlor.  
    “We’re getting salad pizza. It’s healthier,” Lisa chimes in, apparently inviting herself into the conversation and possibly our sleep over. My eyes enlarge in horror, and I glance over at Kara, who wiggles her shoulders not caring either way. Megan just nods slightly, not wanting to go against Lisa, so I know no matter how big of a fit I throw, Lisa’s coming. I went from excited to downright dreading this slumber party.  
    “Wonderful,” I mutter. I fully engross myself in my food for the next hour and ignore everyone else.

CHAPTER THREE
    sprinting disaster

    My next two classes are eye-opening and, at the same time, downright scary. First I have Powers—one word yet it holds so much, well, power over me. The teacher, Professor Nike, is cool, but I can tell I’m going to have to play major catch up in comparison to the other students. I