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opinions. Seriously, don’t raise your hand if you don’t know what’s going on.”
    “Mele,” Mr. Gallagher said in an even tone, “I am perfectly able to regulate my own classroom without the use of swearing. And Travis, I apologize; I brought up this topic knowing that it was controversial. Why don’t we move on to the negatives of living in a dracon controlled government?”
    “Can I answer? I’ve had my hand up for ‘like’ five minutes?” Juliette said. “I agree with Travis that there are no upsides. The only reason that there is ‘protective legislation’ is because humans make dracons so rich because they tax humans so much.”
    “Very good, Juliette.” He paused with one finger up and then said, “Money. Can anyone name another reason that it is in the dracon government’s best interest to keep humans alive? Yes, Alana.”
    Alana, whose dyed black hair, choker necklace and black lipstick screamed ‘I wanna be vamp food,’ said in a dramatic voice, “Infected and dracon women can’t have babies. Only dracon boys and human girls can have more dracons. They’re keeping us alive to be their baby factories.”
    “Great,” Mr. Gallagher said, his enthusiasm making the statement even more awful. He scrawled across the board, ‘for breeding.’
    “That’s not true,” I said, before I thought better of it.
    The whole class and Mr. Gallagher turned to me. I’m so off my game today I did the one thing I’ve been trying so hard to avoid for years, calling attention to the fact that I know anything I should not about dracons.
    “…the part about only humans being able to have dracons,” I said, uncertainly, “I’m actually not sure if this is true, but I just heard that dracon women with only a little bit of dragon blood, like one-eighth, or something, can…breed…with other dracons.”
    “Interesting, Dakota, I did not know that.” But thankfully Mr. Gallagher did not delve into my comment and continued with, “So why do humans have so many more rights in the State of Mabi than humans in Mainland New Anglo? What has kept the Mabi state-government predominantly human?”
    “Keanu’s dad,” a jock in the back row said and then shouted, “Yeah, Keanu.”
    Mele elbowed me and winked.
    “I was thinking more: big picture, thank you Michael…”
    “He’s Auli’s dad too,” Ophelia hissed at the jock.
    Yes, Auli and Keanu Hale. Just hearing their names quickened my heart’s pace. Keanu, also known as ‘one of the gods’ or simply as ‘god’ by the female population of Mabi Academy, was our high school quarterback along with being one of two professionally sponsored wave-riders currently enrolled; the other was his best friend Hunter Bryant. Keanu and his sister Auli, who was in my year, were the sole reason I attended Mabi Academy, and proving to be my toughest assignments ever.

Chapter Three
     
    The school cafeteria had no assigned seats, but the ‘rules of seating’ were something every high school student knew and lived by or else were humiliated by.
    Because, and only because, Auli was the fifth member to our little dysfunctional clique, we were allowed to sit at the five outside picnic benches that the most popular juniors and seniors held their dominion over. We sat at the fifth table, we were sophomores, even if Auli was the little sister of a god, oh sorry, I meant Keanu.
    Auli sat on our usual painted metal picnic table in front of a plate of what looked like lettuce and just lettuce.
    What, too many calories in a cherry tomato?
    She ignored her leaves and us, talking to some junior boys I did not know, until we stopped to set down our food-laden trays. My tray held three courses, fries for an appetizer, chicken-quesadilla for the main course and chocolate pudding for dessert.
    Ophelia rushed to take the seat across from Auli. She was welcome to it, the only reason I would want to sit within five feet of Auli was to make her smell my fries.
    "Honua’s coming our