Everywhere I go whispers follow. Most are cautious, quiet enough
that I cannot make out a word. The rest are just loud enough to reach my ears.
As if the kid went to extra lengths just to make sure I could hear it.
“Think this will finally knock her ego down?”
“All that
talk about making the agency. Everything that’s come out of her
mouth is a joke.”
“Guess she’s
just like the rest of us after all.”
It doesn’t
quite bother me. There is a piece of my heart that aches with every insult, but
how could there not be? These kids that I see in the hallways, in class, at
training, everyday have turned against me. All because no one really knows what
happened during the VQ. I can thank Colton
for most of the rumors started.
Four weeks
have past since the test. Classes have seemed more pointless than ever. There’s
a pile of unfinished homework back in the dorm. We’ve had six exercises, all
individual, and I didn’t complete a single one. Colton has finished first of our class in them all. He seems to be really milking this.
My poor performances
earned me a trip to Caddarick’s office last week. I also might have gotten into another fist
fight with Colton.
For once he didn’t do anything to deserve it. I just kind of unloaded all my
frustration on his face. He fought back this time so I wasn’t able to land most
of my punches. I felt a hell of a lot better after though.
Normally
Caddarick would yell at me for everything I had been doing. But that day he
was more concerned about other things.
“Have you
been reading it?”
I didn’t
need to ask for clarification. There was only one thing he could’ve been
referring to. “Just a few pages. How’d you end up with it?”
He waved his
hand through the air. “That’s not important. You need to keep going through it.
The more you know the more you’ll reveal about yourself.”
Great. Another cryptic message for me to
decipher. I was getting tired of all the things I didn’t understand. Will is
helping me go through the codes, but we have yet to find anything that makes
sense.
We’re in
the library again, thinking there might be more resources to help us decipher the
code. Nothing. No books, no relevant case files.
“There’s no
real pattern,” Will says, dropping the bomb after four hours of trying to figure
it out. Of course that’s going to be the answer. “I’m starting to wonder if
this is even a code. I mean, it obviously is, but I think your parents are the
only ones who can identify it.”
I tried to
call my mother the day after we first went through the journal. Merith had been suggesting it every few hours. I only
called to get her to shut up. Each time I tried though, the phone would ring
only for an automated message to tell me that the phone number had been
disconnected. I tried her work number and I got the same message. That didn’t
make me feel much better. Not only is there a chance that I might not even get
into the agency, but now I can’t get in contact with my mother.
I reach out
to brush my fingers across the tattered pages of a book in front of me. The
librarian brought them for us, thinking we were working on our history project.
It wasn’t a total lie; we do have to
get it done. But this journal is much more important than any dumb grade.
“Look.” Will
pokes my arm before pushing the journal across the table. I look down to
see he’s circled a word at the top. Cardinal.
“This is on more pages than not. It has to mean something.”
“Got any
ideas?”
“No,” Will
admits. My heart sinks. “Besides the obvious, I mean. A cardinal is a bird with
red feathers. There’s not much to salvage there.”
“You’re
telling me.” I feel a yawn coming on and I try to hide it behind my hand. But
Will notices.
“When did you
go to sleep last night?”
“I didn’t.”
“The night
before?”
I shake my
head. “I haven’t slept right since that damned test.” Every time I close my
eyes I relive every mistake I made. It’s a perfect opportunity for my mind to
play the “what if” game. And as much as I fight it it just doesn’t go away.
Will stares
at me in silence, studying me as if he’s trying to pick my brain. The look
makes me squirm. I wish he would look away. The longer our eyes stay attached
the harder it is for me to pull mine away.
Nothing has
happened between me and Will since we were attached at the hand. Everything has
stayed the same. Neither of us has brought it up again around the other, much
less to anyone else. But I can tell that it’s still on his mind. Occasionally I’ll
catch him looking at me, as if debating whether to bring us together again.
Thankfully he doesn’t. I don’t know how I would react.
He’s been by
my side since the moment we stepped into Vido’s. At least, that’s what he’s
told me. I’m still fighting to bring back those memories of first level. He’s
told me stories of times when we got lost or stayed out past curfew. We became
partners, friends. We built our relationship on the only thing we could draw
from: two kids being forced from their families and into the most dangerous job
field possible.
If some
stupid feeling screws that up for both of us I’ll never forgive myself.
“You need to
sleep,” Will says finally. “No wonder you’re not doing well in those exercises.”
“Thanks for
bringing that up,” I grumble. “That makes me feel so much better.”
“It’s the
truth. You’re off your game. Exhaustion is stopping you from making decisions
you’d normally make.”
“How would
you know that?”
“Because we’re
partners.”
“So?”
Will sighs. “We’ve
spent almost every single day together for the past five years. I know you. My job is to know you. I have to be able to predict your next move before you make it.” He pushes away from the table and picks up one
of the stacks of books. “I’ll tell everyone you’re sick. Sleep for as long as
you need. Who knows when we’ll get another shot at the VQ.”
I scoff. “If we get another shot. None of the
professors seem too keen about it.”
“Just get
some sleep, Bryn.” Will doesn’t even bother to turn back when he says it. He’s
already deep in the labyrinth of bookshelves. It would be a waste of time to go
after him. This table is in the only empty space between the shelves. I’d get
lost before I could meet up with him.
My eyelids
are heavy as I trudge out of the library. The hall is full of kids rushing
about. I look in the direction of the class I'm supposed to be in now, History V with Professor Clemet –
convenient that it’s right next to the library. The door is shut and the blinds
pulled down.
Taking a
deep breath, I decide to go to class. No use missing any more class. Sleep will
come. If Will is right and we’re going to get another shot at the test, I have
to keep up my image. Maybe Clemet will give me a break for being late.
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