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Cesca checks the bench for dust. When it passes inspection, she sits and carefully crosses her legs. I’m too wound up to sit. Instead, I start pacing. “I have some- thing to tell you.” “Sounds serious,” Nola says. “Well . . .” I stalk three steps before spinning around. “It is.” Nola and Cesca look at each other. Knowing from years of experience that I mean it, they settle in for whatever I have to say. “Cesca,” I begin. “I don’t know if you told Nola about my IM slip-up—” “I didn’t.” She looks offended that I would even ask. “But,” I continue, indicating she shouldn’t interrupt, “I want to explain to both of you the secret of Serfopoula.” “Aha!” Nola jumps up and points at me. “I knew there was something fishy about this island.” “Nola, please,” I say. Cesca smacks her on the leg. “Sit down and let her finish.” Nola sinks reluctantly back to the ground, but I can tell she’s still gloating. And this time she’s right. “It’s not a secret military testing ground or a witness protection hideout for the Kennedy conspirators.” Her lower lip pouts out and I can tell she’s vastly disappointed. “It is,” I say, drawing it out with a sense of the dramatic, “more mythology than conspiracy.” At their confused looks I continue. “Serfopoula is protected because the Academy is a private school for the descendants of Greek gods.” “For the what?” Nola asks. Cesca uncrosses her legs and leans forward. “Get out.” 250
“Really,” I say. “Everyone at the school is descended from a Greek god. Even my stepdad.” I can’t quite bring myself to say it out loud—to say that I’m a descendant, too. It’s not that I’m afraid of how they’ll react—they’re my best friends and they love me—but somehow, saying it makes it undeniable. My freak status in the normal world will be irrevocable. “Wow,” Cesca says, her voice full of awe. Nola is silent. She looks like she’s in one of those meditative trances she goes into when she’s deep in yoga. That’s her way of dealing with major shocks. “That is . . .” Cesca shakes her head. “. . . flipping awesome. So, like, these kids are related to Zeus and Apollo and Aphrodite and all of them?” “Yup.” “I don’t believe it,” Nola finally says. “Do they have powers and stuff?” Cesca asks. “More than you want to know about,” I say, speaking from experience. “I don’t believe it,” Nola says again. “Like what?” Cesca asks. “What can they do?” “Whatever they want, as far as I can tell.” “I don’t believe it!” We both stare at Nola, shocked by her vehement outburst. She’s usually so calm and balanced, it’s a major shock when she gets upset. “Nola, it’s true,” I say. “That explains it,” Cesca says. “Explains what?” I ask. 251
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“Really,” I say. “Everyone at the school is descended from a Greek<br />
god. Even my stepdad.”<br />
I can’t quite bring myself to say it out loud—to say that I’m a<br />
descendant, too. It’s not that I’m afraid of how they’ll react—they’re<br />
my best friends and they love me—but somehow, saying it makes<br />
it undeniable. <strong>My</strong> freak status in the normal world will be irrevocable.<br />
“Wow,” Cesca says, her voice full of awe.<br />
Nola is silent. She looks like she’s in one of those meditative<br />
trances she goes into when she’s deep in yoga. That’s her way of<br />
dealing with major shocks.<br />
“That is . . .” Cesca shakes her head. “. . . flipping awesome. So,<br />
like, these kids are related to Zeus and Apollo and Aphrodite and<br />
all of them?”<br />
“Yup.”<br />
“I don’t believe it,” Nola finally says.<br />
“Do they have powers and stuff?” Cesca asks.<br />
“More than you want to know about,” I say, speaking from experience.<br />
“I don’t believe it,” Nola says again.<br />
“Like what?” Cesca asks. “What can they do?”<br />
“Whatever they want, as far as I can tell.”<br />
“I don’t believe it!”<br />
We both stare at Nola, shocked by her vehement outburst. She’s<br />
usually so calm and balanced, it’s a major shock when she gets upset.<br />
“Nola, it’s true,” I say.<br />
“That explains it,” Cesca says.<br />
“Explains what?” I ask.<br />
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