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glance behind me and see a dark-haired girl standing there. She’s got long, jet-black hair and a bit of an exotic look about her. Her eyes are nearly black, they’re so dark, and she’s got smooth, flawless skin. She’s also got a sort of thrift-store style that I admire. She’s wearing a bunch of clunky necklaces with colored glass beads and black-framed glasses.
    “Nice necklace,” I say.
    “Thanks,” she says. She hesitates a minute and then adds, “Hey, if you want to keep that phone, give it to me.”
    I guess the phone is kind of obviously stuck in my waistband.
    “I’ve got a hiding place,” she says, pointing to an interior pocket of her bag. She’s got a half-open book in there, except the book has a square cut out of its pages. She already has a few batteries stowed there. I hesitate. Is she going to steal it?
    In front of me, a girl is frisked, and a Guardian pulls out an iPod from the back of her jeans. I guess I don’t really have a choice here.
    I take the phone out of my pocket and put it into her book. She snaps the book shut and then zips up her backpack. I notice she has a lot of books in there. I wonder if they are all hollow.
    Before I know it, it’s my turn, and the Guardians open my suitcase and rummage through my underwear. Gross.
    The Guardians take away my CD player and CDs, which is just as well since the CD player is broken. They look through my coat, and a woman actually frisks me. It’s embarrassing. I am so in hate with my parents right now.
    While I’m being manhandled, I see the alcoholic coach from outside walk up to Headmaster B. He whispers something in her ear, and then they both look in my direction. I think they’re talking about me.
    And then, Headmaster B approaches.
    “Miranda Tate,” she says. It’s not a question. “Miranda, Miranda, our innocent young heroine of The Tempest.”
    This is an odd salutation, but hey, maybe it’s what headmasters do. Go around quoting Shakespeare.
    “No, I’m Miranda Earnshaw Tate, named after my great aunt on my father’s side,” I correct.
    We read The Tempest in English class last year. It’s a Shakespeare play where Miranda falls in love with Ferdinand. Guys in my class would make kissy faces to me during all the love scenes. I didn’t understand all of the story, but I know Miranda and her father (Prosperous? Prospero? Something like that) were shipwrecked on an enchanted island. Maybe the comparison isn’t that far off. I feel more than a little shipwrecked at the moment.
    She turns to go, and the guards hand me back my bags and then get started on the one behind me. Headmaster B waves her hand to show that I’m dismissed.
    The dark-eyed girl behind me is calm as they look through her bag, not bothering to inspect the books very closely.
    Outside the building, the dark-eyed girl speaks.
    “Headmaster B seems to be interested in you,” she says.
    “Is that a good thing?” I ask her.
    “Definitely not,” the dark-eyed girl says, which makes me laugh. “Here,” she says, handing me back my cellphone.
    “Wow, thanks.” I put the phone in my pocket. “How did you know to do that?”
    “This is my second year at Bard,” she says, shrugging. “By the way, I’m Hana Mura.”
    “I’m Miranda,” I say.
    “Yeah, I heard,” she says. I blush a little.
    “You’re new, right?” she asks me with a cool calmness about the way she’s assessing me. I can sense she’s normal, unlike the freaks on the bus I rode in with.
    “Yeah. Did the ‘oh my God, where have my parents sent me’ look on my face give me away?”
    Hana laughs, and I feel a strange kind of relief. I desperately want her to like me. She’s the only normal person I’ve seen here.
    “You’re a sophomore, too, right?” she asks.
    “How’d you know?”
    “The tag on your luggage,” she says, pointing to the blue sticker the Guardians put on it. “Come on, I’ll show you our dorm.”
    Hana leads me to Capulet Hall. I learn from Hana