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33 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2011
My mom sounded tired, so I decided not to bother her tonight.
“Love you, too,” I said, and hung up.
I didn’t know then that this would be the last time I ever talked to her.
I’d already swapped my gym clothes for my usual sneakers and jeans. I’d also unzipped my purple hoodie and put it on over my T-shirt of Karma Girl, one of my favorite superheroines.
To my surprise, two people sat at the kitchen table—Grandma Frost and the woman she was drinking tea with. [...]
“Hello, Gwen,” she said. “I’m Professor Metis.”
[...]
“Professor Metis is here to tell you about your new school, pumpkin.”
“Because Mythos isn’t just any school, Gwen,” Metis said. “It’s for kids like you. Kids with magic.”
“What kinds of kids go there?” I asked. “What kind of magic do they have? Are they Gypsies like me?”
Metis looked at my grandma again. “It varies, depending on the student and her background. But the Vikings and Valkyries are very strong, while the Romans and Amazons are very quick.”
Shelves and shelves and shelves of books stretched out into the farthest reaches of the domed room, along with a series of glass cases [...]. I squinted at the closest case, trying to figure out what was inside it. Was that a… sword?
A man with ink-black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin sat in the largest office [...].
He smiled at Metis, but then his eyes flicked to me, and his expression completely changed. His eyes darkened, and his mouth pinched into a frown. If there was such a thing as hate at first sight, it seemed like Nickamedes had it for me, and I had no idea why.
He noticed me staring at him, and our eyes locked, his a brilliant blue and mine a confused violet.
I was a Gypsy with psychometry magic. A fancy way of saying that I saw images in my head and got flashes of other people's memories and feelings off almost everything that I touched.
Yeah, I was just that kind of loser, a book-smart Gypsy girl who sucked at pretty much every sport you could think of and probably a couple that hadn't even been invented yet.
And that's when I started screaming.
I screamed and screamed and screamed.
Concern Filled my mom's eyes. She was a Gypsy just like me, which meant that she had a gift like me.
...the same violet color as her eyes-as all our eyes were.
I didn't know then that this would be the last time I ever talked to her.
I had started screaming again.
And cried and cried and cried some more.
She was short, with a body that looked stocky and strong inside her black pantsuit and white shirt. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun, and her eyes were a soft green behind her silver glasses.
"Because Mythos isn't just any school, Gwen," Metis said. "It's for kids like you. Kids with magic."
"What kinds of kids go there?" I asked. "What kind of magic do they have? Are they Gypsies like me?"
"It varies, depending on the student and her background. But the Vikings and Valkyries are very strong, while the Romans and Amazons are very quick."
"Myth-history?" I asked. "What kind of class is that?"
Metis just smiled. "You'll see, Gwen. You'll see."
Almost like... she'd known my mom or something. But that just wasn't possible. I'd known all of my mom's friends, and Metis wasn't one of them.
I hadn't quite believed Metis when she'd claimed there were other kids out there like me, kids who could do amazing things, but now I was seeing it for myself.
He noticed me staring at him and gave me a slow, suggestive wink. Was he... was he flirting with me? He didn't even know me.
One thing was certain-my life was never, ever going to be the same.