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keep your feeling th in all the time. Maybe if you let them out once in a while you wouldn’t be th uch a basket case. Ooh! I th that the bu th ? Are we going on that bu th to the th cool? It’ th kind of th mall for all of us. I wonder if they have room for my bag th .”
    Lindsay runs up ahead to the bus that’s parked near the dock, leaving us alone with her four giant bags.
    “Does she always talk this much?” Heathcliff asks me, looking a little bewildered.
    “I’m afraid so,” I say, and sigh.

Three
    In the campus chapel during orientation, Lindsay is the only one actually taking notes as Headmaster B runs through the usual list of Bard no-no’s (no cell phones, computers, games, or anything else that runs on batteries and/or would possibly distract or entertain you). Heathcliff keeps sneaking glances at my sister, as if he can’t believe the two of us are related. I can’t either, actually. For her part, she shows absolutely no fear when it comes to Heathcliff (actually telling him to sit up straight, asking him why he never speaks more than one-word answers to questions, and the endless pestering about what he did to be sent to Bard in the first place). Honestly, I don’t think Heathcliff has ever run into somebody who feared him less. Most people in the school give Heathcliff a wide berth. He is the one, after all, who took out three school Guardians by himself, not to mention the things I’ve seen him do (wrestle with Dracula, for starters). But Lindsay shows no fear. At this rate, she’s going to last two days at Bard.
    “There you are!” Blade cries, finding the three of us in the crowd after orientation, while the church empties out to the lines of boys and girls where our bags will be searched. Blade is my former roomie and also a self-professed Wiccan witch. On a Goth scale of one to ten, she’s an eleven. Since I’ve last seen her, she’s dyed her hair black with red streaks, and over the summer has gotten a new set of eyebrow piercings. She’s also wearing a chain that connects her left eyebrow to her nose ring. You’d think she had done something really bad to be sent here. Come to find out, it’s mainly because she likes putting up pictures of Satan on her walls to get under the skin of her father, who happens to be a pastor.
    “Doesn’t that hurt when you raise your eyebrow?” I ask her, pointing to her latest face piercing.
    “Nah, not anymore,” Blade says. “Hey, who’s this?”
    My sister, Lindsay, for once, has shut up, and she’s just staring at Blade, her mouth open. It may be the eyebrow ring, or the black lipstick, or the fact that Blade’s sporting a red pentagram on her cheek in lipstick.
    “Wow—you are th o cool” is all Lindsay can say, mouth open in awe.
    “Hardly,” says Hana, who joins us. Hana was the first person I met at Bard and the closest thing to a best friend I have here. I throw my arms around her and give her a squeeze. “Whoa, let me breathe, girl,” she says, backing up a bit. She’s also the one I’ve been IMing all summer, and I feel like we’ve never been apart. Her summer was filled with family drama—as in, a lack thereof. Her parents spent the summer in Switzerland, leaving her alone in their New York penthouse suite. Hana was sent to Bard mainly because she got kicked out of other boarding schools and her parents can’t be bothered to deal. I don’t have time to ask Hana about her little brother (the one she’d been babysitting for the better part of the summer), before Samir joins us. He’s our group’s resident goofball.
    “My man H!” Samir cries, putting up a fist for Heathcliff to meet. Only Heathcliff just leaves Samir hanging, giving him a dirty look. Like I said before, Heathcliff is the original brooding bad boy. “Er, right, well, maybe they didn’t have that in 1847.”
    “What?” asks Lindsay, confused.
    “He’s joking,” I say quickly. The last thing I want to do is get into the big secret with