Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

the bandage off in one quick pull—and blurt, “I’m part-god, too.”
Cesca’s mouth falls open. “Get out!”
“Omigod,” Nola gasps, her eyes bulging wide with shock.
For what feels like hours they stare at me. Great, I’m a freak
show. How can I expect to go out into the real world again when
even my best friends think I’m a total abnormality?
Finally, Cesca speaks. “Oh, honey,” she says, smiling. “We’ve
always known you were a goddess. This just makes it legit.”
Have I mentioned how much I love my best friends? In a heartbeat,
they’re both on their feet and we’re in a massive group hug,
complete with tears of joy.
“But that’s the last secret, I promise,” I say when I recover the
ability to speak. “You know absolutely everything else.”
I step back so I can wipe away my tears.
Cesca gets a weird look on her face as she turns to look at Nola.
Nola looks just as strange. I recognize the looks. Guilt.
“Um, Phoebe,” Cesca begins.
I know something’s up because she sounds hesitant. Cesca is
never hesitant.
“There’s something we’ve been meaning to tell you,” Nola says,
having found her voice.
“What?” I’m getting scared, they are both acting strange.
Cesca clasps her hands together behind her back. “I know we’ve
been planning on going to USC together since, like, forever.”
“But,” Nola says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, “sometimes
plans change.”
“What are you guys talking about?”
“Well . . .” Cesca looks around me to Nola, then nods. “I’m not
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