boy with smooth yellowish skin and smooth, jet-black hair leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
"You're Isabella Duck, right?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess-club type.
"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me chew him out.
"Where's your next class?" he asked.
I sighed, having to check my bag because I couldn't remember what it was, and the schedule-document was in my bag. "Um, Government with Jefferson, in Building Six."
There was nowhere to look without meeting his curious eyes.
"I'm heading toward Building Four, I could show you the way." Definitely overly helpful. "I'm Eric," he added.
I smiled perfunctorily. "Thanks... "
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I hoped I wasn't getting eavesdropped.
"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.
"Yes."
"How much does it rain there?"
"Never."
"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered audibly.
"Dry," I told him.
"You don't look very tan."
"My mother is part albino."
He laughed and I sighed. It looked like a yellow complexion and my humor mixed, perhaps too well. My sarcastic wit may get me into more trouble than I was accustomed to.
We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south

17

Chapter 1

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