timeâonly this time Iâd been wide awake. I wasat the dentistâs office, and the hygienist had just stuck her hands in my mouth, ready to go to work. All of a sudden two versions of her came into view. One version of the hygienist was fainter as she peered at my teeth and chatted while the other version of her was laughing hysterically. It lasted until she stepped back to let me rinse, and I felt paralyzed, shocked by the whole experience.
Finally, there was the weirdest oneâthe thing with Cass. It was a couple of days before Mom told us about the move. Cassie had been studying for the first big social studies test of the year and was kind of freaking out about itâsocial studies wasnât her best subject. So Iâd given her my notes to help her out, but when her hand brushed against mine, suddenly there were two versions of my twin facing me. One still looked grumpy and worried, and sort of faded into the background, while the other, a much happier Cass, was waving a test paper in front of me with a big, blue A scrawled at the top. That Cass was so bright she didnât look real.
I guess Cass noticed I was acting strange,because she abruptly yanked her hand away and told me I was freaking her out, staring like that. So I joked that I was practicing positive thinking, trying to imagine her doing a great job on the test. But you know what? It actually happened. Two days later we got those tests back, and Cass got an A, just like in my vision. Weird coincidence, right?
And weird enough to make me feel more than a little uneasy. Especially since the vision of Cass had been the brightest and strongest yet.
As those memories skittered through my mind, we reached Liamâs desk. There werenât many other students in the room yet, but his friend Bianca looked as if sheâd settled in awhile ago. A book was open in front of her, and she was sipping from a water bottle as she read. She was short and slim, with sleek dark hair pulled back from her face and a mishmash of colorful plastic barrettes. Her feet were resting on an instrument case under the desk.
âHey, Bianca,â Liam said loudly as he collapsed into his seat. âThereâs a new student. Caitlyn Waters, meet Bianca Ramos.â
Bianca stuck a finger between the pages of her book, clearly marking her place. She studied me, looking me up and down. She didnât smile, but didnât frown either.
âHi,â she said in a quiet, surprisingly deep voice. âWelcome to Aura. Whereâd you come from?â
âSan Antonio,â I replied. âWe moved here two days ago.â
âHereâsit between us so we can both talk to you.â Liam lunged out of his seat, moving over.
âThanks.â I sat down in the vacant chair and set my backpack on the desk. More kids were streaming in.
âSan Antonio, huh?â Liam said. âThatâs cool. Thatâs where weâre going for our class tripâyou know, the one we were raising money for the other day?â
My smile wavered slightly. That was his first mention of the Incident. But still, he looked friendly and normal, and not at all judgy. Maybe it hadnât been as bad as Iâd thought. Maybe if Liam had already forgotten about it, those girls would, too.Maybe someday soon weâd all be laughing about it together.
âYeah, I remember you guys mentioning the class trip,â I said cautiously. âUm, so those girls you were withâare you guys all pretty good friends?â
Biancaâs gaze had drifted back to her book, but now she glanced at Liam with interest. âWhich girls?â she asked him. âI thought you were working the grocery store with Josh and Goober.â
âNuh-uh.â Liam shrugged. âMs. Xavier said they had enough people, so she asked me to team up with Megan March and Lavender Adams.â
Bianca let out a snort. âOh. Poor you.â
Okay, so they werenât all