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CHAPTER 4 WHEN COACH LENNY crosses the finish line, I am sitting in the dirt, trying to unknot my sneakers without success. After trying to unravel the knot for nearly half an hour, it hasn’t budged a millimeter. Either I’m going to have to cut the laces or buy new Nikes. “What happened?” he asks, slowing to a stop at my shoeless feet. I shrug. “I tripped.” “Tripped?” he asks between panting breaths. He starts pacing around me in little circles. “So you just give up?” “What do you want me to do?” I shout, flinging my hopelessly joined sneakers into the woods. “I’m just a plain old, non-godrelated person. I can’t keep up.” Even if I could, no one would let me. Except for my mom—and maybe Damian—nobody wants me on this stupid island. I wish I could go home. Only I don’t have a home to go home to. At this point, a year with Yia Yia Minta—with her stinky goat cheese, chain smoking, and spitting on everything for good luck—would be a blessing. Coach Lenny squats in front of me. He stares into my eyes, like he’s trying to see all the way into my brain. Heck, he’s part-god. Maybe he can.
The sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing coming from the course indicate the first group of racers. Griffin, of course, is in the lead. I wonder if he cheated against everybody else, too. Coach Lenny looks from me to Griffin and back again. His lips firm into a tight line. I can see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “Did he use his powers against you?” Coach Lenny pronounces every word very carefully. He sounds really angry. Griffin, walking around the starting area with his hands on his waist, looks at me like a puppy caught peeing on the rug. Nicole and Troy said the whole powers thing is strictly controlled and that using them against someone else is a big no-no. Like when Stella zapped my backpack. I bet sabotaging my race is worth more than a week of grounded powers. His fate is in my hands. I smile at Griffin, majorly satisfied to see his ears turn red. I don’t know if he’s embarrassed for being such a jerk or afraid that I’m going to rat on him, but I like both options equally. Either I turn him in and get revenge for his jerkiness this afternoon, or I cover for him and then he owes me one. Big time. “Oh no,” I say with a wide, innocent grin, batting my eyelashes for effect, “Griffin would never do something so underhanded, would he?” I’m not fully sure why I don’t squeal. Maybe I like the idea of being one up on him. Or maybe I think the whole thing isn’t worth the trouble. Or maybe—and this is a terrifying possibility after what he’s done to me—I still want him to like me. Or at least the him that I met that morning on the beach. 83
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CHAPTER 4<br />
WHEN COACH LENNY crosses the finish line, I am sitting in<br />
the dirt, trying to unknot my sneakers without success. After trying<br />
to unravel the knot for nearly half an hour, it hasn’t budged a millimeter.<br />
Either I’m going to have to cut the laces or buy new Nikes.<br />
“What happened?” he asks, slowing to a stop at my shoeless feet.<br />
I shrug. “I tripped.”<br />
“Tripped?” he asks between panting breaths. He starts pacing<br />
around me in little circles. “So you just give up?”<br />
“What do you want me to do?” I shout, flinging my hopelessly<br />
joined sneakers into the woods. “I’m just a plain old, non-godrelated<br />
person. I can’t keep up.”<br />
Even if I could, no one would let me. Except for my mom—and<br />
maybe Damian—nobody wants me on this stupid island. I wish I<br />
could go home. Only I don’t have a home to go home to. At this<br />
point, a year with Yia Yia Minta—with her stinky goat cheese, chain<br />
smoking, and spitting on everything for good luck—would be a<br />
blessing.<br />
Coach Lenny squats in front of me. He stares into my eyes, like<br />
he’s trying to see all the way into my brain. Heck, he’s part-god.<br />
Maybe he can.
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