The noise in the cafeteria softens as I enter the room, more eyes than I can count turning to drink me in. A boy nudges his friend, and the girl looks me up and down before whispering something behind her hand. Embarrassment floods me, but I tighten my grip on my backpack straps, stand up straight, and walk with what hopefully looks like confidence. The cafeteria is paneled in dark wood, small circular tables placed sporadically around the room, and a serving line at the far end. A quick sweep of the faces reveals Brynn isn’t anywhere to be found. My stomach plummets. Did she leave the school? Get kicked out before The Selection even started?I shake the thought away. Most likely she has a different lunch hour. Trying to ignore the gazes on me, I walk across the room, scouting a potential seat. Gregory isn’t anywhere to be found either, which means I’m out of luck when it comes to company. The serving line is full of the kind of good food not usually seen at a school cafeter
“Can anyone tell me the moon’s phases?” Professor Towles’s eyes land on me, and I tense up. “Winter?”I gulp. “Um… there’s the full moon and… uh, the crescent?”At the desk next to mine, a girl’s hand shoots up. She was with Gregory at lunch and, like most of the students here, she’s cast me a lot of sidelong looks but hasn’t said anything to me yet. Professor Towles picks up a piece of chalk and nods at the girl. “Yes?”“There’s New Moon, Waxing Crescent, First Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, and Waning Crescent.”Professor Towles writes them all on the chalkboard, her hand quickly moving across the green. “Very good.”I flip open my notebook and scribble the phases down. If I don’t survive socially at Hawthorn, maybe I can get ahead when it comes to academics. My grades were pretty good back home but it takes more than “good” to impress college admissions.So far, I don’t know half of what’s been mentioned in Astronomy. I might be hanging on
Even though the school is huge, it would be impossible to get lost on the way to The Selection: everyone seems to be headed there. I fall in with the throng of students, the two girls having basically run away from me before I could ask them any more questions. The air crackles with the kind of energy you only get from shoving several hundred teenagers into a space together. I press onto my tiptoes and search for Brynn, but it’s impossible to tell if she’s around. The crowd surges through two giant open doors across from the cafeteria. It’s some kind of gym, with banners hanging from the rafters and bleachers lining the walls. At the far end, a raised dais sits in front of a closed door. In the corner, trophies gleam in a glass cabinet. The whole place is steeped in ceremony. I head for the bleachers, but a touch on my elbow stops me. “Right this way, Winter,” Professor Towles says. I follow her to the other end of the hall, right in front of the dais, where Brynn and four othe
I stand there, in shock, watching the gymnasium empty out, feeling numb. How could I have not been selected? What were they all selected for, anyway?Coming here was a mistake. Even if it's what my dad wanted for me. Obviously, I don't fit in here."Did you hear me?"I turn to see Alice standing there, waiting for something."Sorry, no." My mouth is dry, and the words come out coated in dust. No one but Alice is paying attention to me, and yet it feels like a million eyes are on me. I want to dig a hole and crawl into it."I said, let's go," Alice says. "Standing there like that will only make it worse."I find myself following this girl I don't even know as she leads me out of the room, past the groups of students chatting and welcoming their tiers' new members, and confidently down a new corridor."I see it as a badge of honor," Alice says. "Who'd want to be chosen by those creeps anyway?""Don't we need to be in a tier?" I squeak.Alice doesn't seem to hear. "Let me at leas
"Where are we going?" I try again, as Alice walks briskly across the brown, frosted lawn."The bonfire," she says.The bonfire. It must be the same one Gregory invited me to.My stomach drops at the thought. Earlier, going to a bonfire seemed the perfect idea. I needed to get friendly with the in-crowd at Hawthorn if I stood any chance at surviving here.Now I wonder if that whole goal is pointless. I wasn't selected for a tier. Doesn't that make me some kind of outcast? A pariah?I study Alice as we walk. Despite also not being selected, she doesn't seem worried about walking into the lion's den."Are there other students who weren't selected?" I ask."Not that I know of. No one who's here now."Wonderful. So that makes us even weirder.We walk around the side of the main building, the bitter cold striking my cheeks. The fog has thinned some, and students walk across the grass, all headed in the same direction.The woods."Is this allowed?" I croak. "For us to leave school
"Come on. This way." Alec extends his hand, but I hesitate."I'm afraid." I press my fingers to my chest, torn between following him deeper into the woods and turning around.His smile is gentle, his hazel eyes brighter than the sky. "What are you afraid of?""Everything," I whisper."It's okay to be afraid," he says. "And it's okay to be a little nervous."I swallow against the lump in my throat. The wind dances through the trees and tickles my skin. With the sun filtering through the leaves, the woods are starting to look tempting, the sort of place I can disappear into.And wouldn't that be nice? To slip away and forget all of my worries?Alec steps closer, and my breath hitches in my chest. "Let me kiss you.""I..." I can't speak. Can hardly breathe.He cups my face, his thumb tracing little circles over my cheek. "It's just a kiss.""It's not just a kiss." I frown and look down at our feet.The warmth of his hand sizzles against my skin. "It's a kiss I've wanted to give
I kick and thrash, but it's no use. My back hits the ground, my head smacking painfully against the wood. Hands are all over me, holding my arms and legs tight. A girl laughs, and in the sliver of moonlight coming through the window I see Heather.She's not alone. There are half a dozen other girls with her, easy."Let me go!" I shout.They laugh again, and Heather leans over me. "We caught you," she says."What are you doing?" I gasp. I jerk again, but it does nothing."Don't even bother fighting. You won't get away from us." Heather giggles.One of the girls dances around in glee, the moonlight glinting off her star-shaped necklace. “Like it?” she asks, touching the necklace.My heart slams against my rib cage. "What are you going to do?" I ask.The girls don't answer. Instead, they lift me off the floor and yank me toward the door.With a grunt, I kick, but it's no use. They're stronger than I am."Let me go," I scream, trying to twist my arms free. "Help!"The girls on
A jubilant trill pierces the air, and my eyes fly open. With a gasp, I instinctively clench my fists, my whole body tense as I search around for the source of the noise."Stay back!" I shout.My voice echoes in the trees. There's no one there. It's just bright morning sun and frost.A small robin perches on a nearby branch, its feathers glinting in the morning sunlight.Exhaling in relief, I press my back against the tree. How long have I been asleep for? And how come my clothes aren't wet?Pinching my sweater's hem between my fingers, I study it. Shouldn't I have frozen into a popsicle out here with my soaking clothes?And yet, somehow, they've dried.The events at the bridge come back in flashes. Falling into the water. Tossing the girls off of me. Towering over Heather, my fist raised, a thirst for revenge burning my tongue. And then me, running... running...Running until I collapsed against this tree, tears streaming down my face. Me curling up into a ball, shivering in my