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skinwalkers would finally open.
    A white page came up. Words popped up in the left corner.
    ERROR:
Sorry, this page no longer exists.
    “GAH!” I snarled, throwing my head back. Nearby, a blonde girl jumped in her seat, then threw me a dirty look.
    Steam practically shooting out of my nose, I closed the Internet and stood up, grabbing my bag off the floor. Next time I’m doing this crap at home . I wished for my license. I could’ve surfed the Internet all morning from my room then drove myself to school before the bell.
    I couldn’t focus during first period Communications. Ms. Gwendolyn was rambling on about the common fey languages in South America, and with every weird word my chin floated closer to my desk. Eventually my cheek pressed against the wood, and I saw visions of Mya. Her tan skin, her thick, dark hair, the way her eyebrows quirked over those grass-green eyes.
    Something smacked the floor. My eyes shot open. I found myself staring at Leo. He smirked, motioning toward the corner of his mouth. Sitting up, I wiped a pool of drool off my desk as Gwendolyn picked up a fallen text book.
    The rest of the day proceeded in a similar fashion, except for last class.
    Instead of P.E., PIU had Hunters High students take what we called “Training,” the most important class of all. Like Homeroom, we were assigned to groups that never changed throughout our four years. We had the same coach and the same students every time, although occasionally the period changed. Training was like it sounded: long, hard, sweaty workouts—all of which were designed to teach us how to handle Otherworlders should words go wrong. Not all of them are friendly when they find we can see through the veil, through their disguises. We were taught to fight and perfect our abilities, to distinguish the smell of a gnome versus the smell of a dwarf, and to track creatures long after the footprints disappeared.
    No matter what country you visited, Otherworlders complied with the laws and registered with PIU or they were held captive until they agreed to do so. We couldn’t have supernaturals running around the human world, even if they glamour up. It’s bad for both our kinds. Eventually, most captives see things our way.
    We were on the basketball court that day. It was sprinkling outside, making me feel like I was stuck in a mist machine. As I looked up through the treetops, I wondered if it would rain later. Hopefully not. Rain would make tracking Mya’s scent difficult.
    A whistle blew. “Line up for roll call!” Coach Fugleman ordered.
    I squeezed in between a pair of twin girls, both with black hair and eyes that frequently looked my way. Diana and Zelda. Their parents had named them after princesses apparently; one princess a real person and the other, Peter told me, was a fictional videogame character. I couldn’t decide whether that was messed up or kind of cool.
    Fugleman moved slowly down the line. I watched the bulky old man in his tracksuit, wondering if that’d be me someday, training kids how to stun a redcap or hogtie an attack unicorn. Mom was bugging me now that I was halfway done with school. “What career field do you want to go into, Jared?” she’d ask on the rare occasion we ate dinner together.
    Finders make money, of course, but the pay is crap unless you have a degree from Hunters High and some kind of college-level training. Mom didn’t want me to stay in this field forever, but I felt like I wasn’t good at anything else. Sales were a no-go. A customer would ask, “What does this do?” and I’d snort and say, “Like I know.” A behind-the-desk job would kill me. I didn’t like mechanics much either.
    “Jared,” Diana spoke, interrupting my thoughts. Her nose wrinkled as she eyed my clothes. “You smell bad .”
    “What?” I lifted an arm, giving my armpit a sniff. It smelled like Old Spice to me.
    “No, not like B.O.” She grabbed my wrist and yanked my arm down to my side. “You smell like