for.â
Sheâs right, I know. But it feels pretty good to get the best of Mateo and Pace for a change. Iâm sick of them bullying me just because they think they can. Iâm tired of the wisecracks and the pranks and the embarrassment Iâve endured for years because of them. Why shouldnât I be able to fight back? What good is this power if I canât do anything for myself?
Those questions race through my mind as I go from class to class. I donât see a problem with using my powers to get even,and for once in my life come out on top. I know we agreed not to flaunt our powers and I respect that, but itâs time I take a stand.
Itâs time Mateo and Pace and pea-brained bullies like them get whatâs coming to them.
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âAre you okay?â Sasha asks Lindsey when we all sit down at the lunch table the next day.
Iâve been in a strange mood, feeling like Iâm expecting something but not sure what. During morning classes I was pretty anxious, and once when I looked toward the window I saw the raven. Itâs like itâs no longer watching me, but following me. I guess if it were a dog, Iâd take it inâyou know, manâs best friend and all that. Itâs kind of different with a bird, a raven at that. Still, it belongs to me now and I belong to it. Again, thatâs not something Iâm anxious to tell the girls. Both Sasha and Krystal have had confrontations with birds, so theyâre afraid of them. Lindsey hasnât been fortunate enough to meet them face-to-face. But Iâm sure telling them one in particularâbecause I know itâs the same one each time I see itâhas been following me on a pretty daily basis now would not go over well.
âIâm fine,â Lindsey answers.
Her answer doesnât ring true, probably not to any of us. Sheâs wearing black again, all black this time. Black skinny jeans, black ballerina flats, a black T-shirt and a long black sweater that actually looks too hot to have on the second week of September. When she stepped off the school bus this morning she was even wearing her large-framed black shades. The sun wasnât out; in fact, it was a gloomy, overcast day. I get the feeling sheâs hiding from something.
âYou look like youâre in mourning,â Krystal says, opening her lunch bag and pulling out her sandwich and a Sprite.
Sashaâs already opening her bag, setting her plastic Baggies of carrots and celery sticks to the side while unwrapping her ham-and-cheese sandwich.
Itâs kind of weird having only girls for friends. Watching their habits gives me some insight into the species, not that I know what to do with all that information. But Sashaâs mom has her on this healthy kick so everything she eats is full of vitamins and good stuff. I think Casietta, Sashaâs old housekeeper, used to let her slack a little. But Casiettaâs been gone for about four months now. I know Sasha misses her so I try not to bring it up, even though Iâm wondering why Sashaâs Guardian would leave her now, when it seems like weâd need guarding the most. I think itâs connected to her fatherâs and Franklinâs fatherâs disappearance, too. However, I note thereâs ham in Sashaâs sandwich today and I wonder how she convinced her mother to let her have that.
Krystal doesnât eat a lot. When we first started having lunch with her she didnât eat at all. Now she does take a few bites out of whatever sandwich she has and drinks her entire Sprite everyday. Krystalâs mom is a little more lenient in what Krystal eats, but sheâs becoming a little fanatical about the church and religion thing. Itâs rubbing off on Krystal, too, because now when we talk about the evil stalking us she usually brings up the origins of good and evil as learned through the Bible. The similarities are startling, but Iâm not sure thereâs