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“Son of a—”<br />

“Something wrong?” Damian looks up from his papers.<br />

“Um, no,” I mumble.<br />

To: gblake@theacademy.gr<br />

From: lostphoebe@theacademy.gr<br />

Subject: Balance of Power<br />

Remember who can tell Coach Lenny about zapped shoelaces.<br />

P<br />

I send the message and Griffin’s annoying pop-ups disappear.<br />

Very satisfied, I am about to close out of e-mail when the instant<br />

messenger opens.<br />

TrojanTiger: Phoebe? you there?<br />

Who is that? Maybe it’s Griffin trying to get at me another way—<br />

that guy spends way too much time devising ways to torment me.<br />

And all I’ve done is dare to go to his school. Can’t he tell I don’t<br />

want to be here any more than he wants me here?<br />

Besides, isn’t a Trojan-something a really bad virus? Maybe he’s<br />

trying to trash my computer. I almost think about letting him,<br />

because he’d really be destroying Damian’s computer and that<br />

would get him in a lot of trouble.<br />

But I decide it’s not worth it. I need to get back to my reading.<br />

<strong>My</strong> cursor is over the close button when another message comes<br />

through.<br />

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