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for you to go live
your life and be happy. I’m not mad at you, I promise.”
    “ Okay, I’ll ignore you
until you say so—no problem.” Savannah walked off, her eyes pining
after me.
    I laugh a little again at
the memory, though deep inside, I wish I had handled it better. I
don’t want to be mean, not even to Savannah, though it did feel
really good getting back at her for how nasty she’s been to
me.
    Bushes and short trees line
the center of the glasshouse. Flowers and smaller plants run along
the outer edges and sit in wood containers on top of wooden risers.
It smells of musty, old earth, and the glass walls and ceiling
haven’t been cleaned in decades. I’m still annoyed that I have to
fulfill my punishment, even though Savannah went and explained to
Principal Jenkins that it was all her fault. I wonder if my mom has
something to do with it.
    Then a thought flashes
through my mind. Maybe I could get Savannah to take this punishment
for me. No one needs to know, and I’m sure Savannah wouldn’t tell a
soul and would be thrilled to do me a favor. It would also help me
feel a whole lot better about all the mean things she has done to
me in the past.
    The greenhouse is hot and
humid, but I never sweat. I’m glad I have never needed to worry
about deodorants or smelling fresh. Then again, I wonder if me not
sweating has something to do with being different. Come to think of
it, there are many little oddities like that that make me abnormal.
One of those things is that I have these silver transparent
markings on my back. I always thought they were just birthmarks or
stretch marks, but now I wonder if they also have something to do
with my other unusual abilities. I reach for and touch the top of
my back, fearing that I might be a lot more different than what I
had initially thought.
    “ Are you Sonia?” I hear a
deep voice ask from behind me.
    I turn toward the young man
who startled me. His light blue eyes immediately catch my
attention. They are intense, yet kind, and his gaze stuns me so
much that I forget to breathe.
    “ Yes,” I
say, taken aback, holding my hand out so he can shake it. Then I
realize he’s carrying two large terra cotta pots, one in each arm.
“Sorry.” My face warms and then butterflies flutter in my stomach.
Guys don’t usually have this effect on me—actually, no guy ever has
had this sort of effect on me. There’s something distinctly
different about him, and his narrow eyes and deep voice draw me in.
I wonder why I’ve never met him before. He’s around my age, so
surely he must be a junior or a senior, and even if he graduated
last year, I would definitely have noticed him —and all the other
girls in school for that matter. For a moment, I struggle to find
something intelligent to say.
    He sets the pots down onto
the ground, his forearms muscular and tan. “No problem, I’m
Anthony.” He wipes his dirt-covered hands on his faded jeans and
shakes my hand. “I hear you’ll be helping me over the next ten days
for an hour a day?” He runs his fingers through his blond, wavy
hair.
    “ Uh…yes,
that would be me,” I say, hoping he doesn’t know
exactly why I’ve been sent to help him. That would be
embarrassing.
    Anthony cocks his head to
the side, his eyes scanning my face as if he’s trying to read me.
“You don’t seem like a rebel.”
    I cringe inwardly. “What do
you mean?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he means, and
from his comment, I suspect that he knows what I did to get
sentenced to work here.
    “ I’ll spare you,” he says
with a smile. “Let’s get started, shall we? Follow me.” Anthony
heads toward the exit of the greenhouse.
    I’ll spare you? His
statement is rather rude, even though he said it in the sweetest
way. Walking behind him, I can’t help but check him out. I laugh
silently at myself because I never, ever check guys out. Ashley
thinks there’s something wrong with me, but I just chalk it up to
never having met the