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Luce as he said, “See, I thought there was still such a thing as free will. Maybe your
pet
has a path of her own in mind.”
    Luce opened her mouth to claim that of course she had a path, it was just her first day here and she was still figuring out the ropes. But by the time she was able to get the words straight in her head, the minute-warning bell rang, and the little gathering over Luce’s desk dissolved.
    The other kids filed into desks around her, and soon it stopped being so noteworthy that Luce was sitting prim and proper at her desk, keeping her eye on the door. Keeping a lookout for Daniel.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she could feel Cam sneaking peeks at her. She felt flattered—and nervous, then frustrated with herself. Daniel? Cam? She’d been at this school for what, forty-five minutes?—and her mind was already juggling two different guys. The wholereason she was at this school at all was because the last time she’d been interested in a guy, things had gone horribly, horribly wrong. She should
not
be allowing herself to get all smitten (twice!) on her very first day of school.
    She looked over at Cam, who winked at her again, then brushed his dark hair away from his eyes. Staggering good looks aside—yeah, right—he really did seem like a useful person to know. Like her, he was still adjusting to the setting, but had clearly been around the Sword & Cross block a few times before. And he was nice to her. She thought about the green guitar pick with his room number, hoping he didn’t give those out freely. They could be … friends. Maybe that was all she needed. Maybe then she would stop feeling quite so obviously out of place at Sword & Cross.
    Maybe then she’d be able to forgive the fact that the only window in the classroom was the size of a business envelope, caked with lime, and looked out on a massive mausoleum in the cemetery.
    Maybe then she’d be able to forget the nose-tickling odor of peroxide emanating from the bleached-blond punk chick sitting in front of her.
    Maybe then she could actually pay attention to the stern, mustached teacher who marched into the room, commanded the class to
shapeupandsitdown
, and firmly closed the door.
    The smallest tweak of disappointment tugged at her heart. It took her a moment to trace where it had comefrom. Until the teacher shut the door, she’d been holding out a little hope that Daniel would be in her first class, too.
    What did she have next hour, French? She looked down at her schedule to check what room it was in. Just then, a paper airplane skidded across her schedule, overshot her desk, and landed on the floor by her bag. She checked to see who’d noticed, but the teacher was busy tearing through a piece of chalk as he wrote something on the board.
    Luce glanced nervously to her left. When Cam looked over at her, he gave her a wink and a flirty little wave that caused her whole body to tense up. But he didn’t seem to have seen or been responsible for the paper airplane.
    “Psssst,” came the quiet whisper behind him. It was Arriane, who motioned with her chin for Luce to pick up the paper plane. Luce bent down to reach for it and saw her name written in small black letters on the wing. Her first note!
    Already looking for the exit?

Not a good sign
.
We’re in this hellhole until lunch
.
    That
had
to be a joke. Luce double-checked her schedule and realized with horror that all three of her morning classes were in this very same room 1—and all three would be taught by the very same Mr. Cole.
    He’d detached himself from the blackboard and was sleepily threading his way through the room. There was no introduction for the new kids—and Luce couldn’t decide whether she was glad about that or not. Mr. Cole merely slapped syllabi down on each of the four new students’ desks. When the stapled packet landed in front of Luce, she leaned forward eagerly to take a look.
History of the World
, it read.
Circumventing the Doom of Mankind
.