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But this morning is so bad I can’t even eat my customary oatmeal
with brown sugar and raisins pre-race breakfast.
I try not to take this as a bad omen.
Then again, at a school full of descendants it’s highly possible
someone—Adara—has bribed the Fates to ruin my life today. Stella
has been so . . . well, not nice exactly, but not horrid, lately that
when Damian threatened to ground her powers for a year if she
interfered with the race she actually laughed at him. It’s not like
we’re friends, but I think we have an understanding.
Somehow I make it through the school day. Not without a lot
of help from Nicole in Algebra and Physics and meeting Griffin
between every class. He’s a wonder at calming my nerves, but every
time he leaves they come back.
At least my nerves keep me from paying attention to all the
whispers. I hear the occasional “Blake,” “kako,” and “outsider,” but
mostly my nerves block it all out. I know the entire school must
be humming with gossip about us and if not for the race I would
probably be embarrassed that everyone from the Hades harem to
the Zeus set is hungrily gossiping about us. Right now, the race
consumes all my attention.
And when I’m with Griffin, everything else fades away.
Too bad we can’t race together.
By the time I walk to the locker room to change and get the pep
talk from the coaches I’m all nerves. I’ve never been this nervous
before a race. Nothing I’ve tried seems to help—not even the aromatherapy
sachet Nicole gave me during lunch. I’m pretty sure it’s
full of dead flowers that can’t help me from the grave.
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