DR. FRANKLER ANSWERED THE door right away, her eyes widening at the sight of Zander standing next to me. "He's joining us," I said firmly. With a look up and down the corridor, she gestured for us to enter. We settled into the chairs across from her desk while she sat behind it. Leaning forward, she asked, "Before I get started, did you have a question for me?" How did she know that? Zander and I slid sidelong glances at one another, neither sure where to start. Zander spoke up first."Your back," he said. "You said the scar on your shoulder blades wasn't the mark of Cain. But you didn't explain. We want to know what it means."Dr. Frankler melted into her chair looking surprised. "I told you. It means you can trust me.""Do you have the same scars on each of your shoulder blades?" I asked.She perked up. "How did you know? You've seen them before?""Yes," I said. "On--""On me," butted in Zander. "Let's start with me," he said, speaking along our mental link. "And find o
"WELL, THAT'S A LITTLE embarrassing," laughed Zander in my mind. The awkwardness of Dr. Frankler knowing exactly how intimate we'd been must have jarred him out of his stony trance."She knows what we were doing!" I said."You think she doesn't see that twenty times a day on this campus? You don't need to be embarrassed. We are true mates. It's natural.""I know. I'm just ... Well, I don't want her to picture us that way. It's so awkward."I heard Zander chuckling and peeked over my fingertips to see the doctor smiling impishly, although her face was a little pink."It's all right, Tru," she said. "It may be unusual, but it isn't the first time this has happened. Can I ask if something similar happened to your shoulders?""Zander?" I said, mind-speaking again. I was growing quite dependent on this way of talking to him. I hated myself for asking permission, but I wasn't sure it was okay to reveal everything to her."Go ahead. She's the only one who can tell us about this."That
I BEAT ZANDER TO English for once and sat in the back of the room among several empty seats. My mind was still buzzing with everything Dr. Frankler had revealed to us at lunch. I couldn't get over this idea that I was fireproof. I wasn't going to test it any time soon, though. I winced at the thought of burning myself on purpose.The room was almost full when Zander strolled through the doorway, but there were still two available seats near me. His eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance, and I wondered what had upset him. Before he could turn down my aisle, two girls moved, filling in the empty seats - Kelsey and Sarah, Zena's friends. I looked for the chairs that they'd vacated, unsurprised to see empty desks on each side of Zena. Zander paused in front of the class, his scowl deepening just as the bell rang."Have a seat, Mr. Hughes," commanded Mr. Mac, a hint of impatience in his Scottish accent.Zander shot me a frustrated look and settled into one of the empty desks next to
FINALLY, ZANDER LET THE matter of Zena's party go. "Tru, tell me about your dream last night." I jumped at the chance to move away from that subject. Somehow we were able to multitask Mr. Mac's lecture and our conversation. I told Zander about the dream of Uriel and Caroline. I still didn't remember very much about the family I'd been born into, but the dream felt comfortable, like an old t-shirt. It fit as if it belonged to me, like a real memory. So, while I didn't feel a strong connection to the people in the dream, I did experience an emotional link to the moment itself. "I don't even know my brother's name," I said. "You'd think I'd remember his name if it was true."The vision I'd had at the Efoti's cabin had revealed my sister's name. It was a mouthful. Shannandoah. I tried to recall her nickname for me. It had sounded funny with her little kid accent ... something like "Dweah." My spine snapped straight as if someone had stuck me with a pin. In last night's strange black
ZANDER AND I SPENT the rest of class mind-speaking, moving on to discuss the crazy things we'd learned from Dr. Frankler. The idea that life existed on other planets wasn't a new one, but knowing that it did for certain, and knowing and interacting with someone from another planet - that was different. To think I was part alien. It explained why I'd always felt like a freak. A piece of me didn't belong here. But the rest of me did. I'd probably always feel out of place. "What are you going to do about Peter?" I asked."Nothing," he said. "At least for now. He returned home.""Good riddance." I knew I was being snarky, but we were all better off with Peter gone. However, I sensed Zander had mixed feelings. "We should make the most of Peter's absence," I said, thinking that at least we wouldn't have to worry about him spying on us or messing with our friends' heads."My place does have a hot tub," he said, peeking at me over his shoulder and raising one eyebrow suggestively. I b
IT SEEMED LIKE I'D only been asleep for a moment before I catapulted into a true dream. I was starting to recognize them. They were clear and crisp, every detail memorable. Regular dreams were intangible and fuzzy, nothing fitting together for very long. I was usually a participant in normal dreams. In true dreams, I rode along the memory like a passenger, unable to interact in any way. That's how it felt now. **The room stretched maybe twenty by twenty feet with laminate wood flooring and gray walls. A twin-size bed sat against one wall that was covered in pictures. There were magazine photos of landscapes and people in all types of clothing, some well-known celebrities and others I didn't recognize. Many portrayed scenes of families doing mundane activities like eating, playing sports, and laughing together. Personal drawings and paintings decorated the head of the bed. Someone had copied the magazine pictures using charcoal, watercolor, and bright oil paints. The artist's work e
KNOX WHINED FROM THE other room. I cracked open one eye to peek at my alarm clock and groaned. It was only 6:00 a.m. Knox seemed to know that someone was awake and whined again, louder than before. If he woke up Dad, he would feel obligated to take him for a walk. But Dad needed his sleep. An upcoming deadline at work had made him stressed and more tired than usual and he'd been grumpy. I hated seeing him so out of sorts. The least I could do was let him sleep in. Yawning, I stumbled out of my room to Knox. "Quiet, boy. You'll wake Dad." Then I realized that his whining had stopped the second I put a foot on my bedroom floor. I opened his crate. "You little rascal!" He hustled out, his nose seeking my hand. I gave him a good head rub, making sure to get under his ears to the spot he loved me to scratch. He cut short the rubdown, though, trotting out of the room and down the stairs to the back door."You gotta use the facilities, buddy?" I said. No wonder he was whining. I wished w
I'D NEVER BEEN ACCUSED of skinny chicken legs in my life - quite the opposite, actually. But I appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood. We worked up to a fast jog, Knox running alongside us, and I allowed myself a moment to enjoy the beautiful greenery around us. It was easy to take the vibrant redwood forest for granted when you lived in it. I breathed in the spicy pine scent, letting it cleanse me.Eventually, my mind wandered back to Shanna and what her existence meant. "Caroline must know Shanna's alive," said Zander, breaking into my thoughts and making me wonder if he was reading my mind. "I don't understand why she left her there, especially if she's in any kind of danger.""I was thinking the same thing. Maybe Caroline was too crazy to care." I frowned at the thought. It didn't jive with her emotional response when we'd spoken about her children. At the time, I'd thought she'd been sad because they were dead. Unless ..."Do you think Caroline believes Shanna is dead?"