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his head to side a bit and focused in on me. “I mean, no one expects you to be really good at this. You haven’t been trained yet. The whole reason to go to the Academy is to figure out how to use your powers. But the tests are really basic. You should do fine.”
    Nathaniel looked at his watch. “We need to get this meeting going.” Then, louder, to everyone in the room “Everyone, time to get started. Everyone take a seat.”
    Nathaniel went to the front of the room while we found seats. As the meeting started, I kept thinking about what Dale had said. He made the test sound really easy but it probably was easy for him. He had powers. I wasn’t so sure.
    My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, thinking it was my mom. I needed to text her right back or she might call in the National Guard. But when I looked it wasn’t her.
    You can’t fake it.
    I didn’t recognize the number, but I texted back anyway.
    Who is this?
    Dale. The guy you were just talking to.
    I looked behind me to see Dale sitting in the chair he’d taken a few rows back. He gave me a half wave.
    How did you get my number?
    Come on.
    He followed it with three crystal ball emoji. I blushed into my phone.
    Sorry.
    I don’t normally read thoughts when I’m not working but you’re practically broadcasting yours. Like I said, you can’t fake the tests. But if you have any of the talent, you can make it stronger by practicing.
    That made a lot of sense. I might have just been grateful to get some good news. It also meant that maybe I could prepare for this whole thing somehow. But if Dale could read my thoughts, what would stop the test proctors from doing it? I asked him the question and he texted me back immediately.
    No. They aren’t psychics. They’re just Supers who work at the Council.
    Before I could text him again, he sent me another message.
    Get a deck of cards and start practicing guessing which card you’re going to pull.
    It sounded so simple but something deep in my gut told me it wasn’t going to be.
    What should I do if I don’t get any right?
    He didn’t text back right away. I looked back to see if he had gotten caught up in the meeting or maybe he went back to get another cookie. But no, he was just sitting there, staring back at me. It made me so uncomfortable, I broke eye contact and turned back to face the front. After what seemed like a long time, my phone buzzed.
    Keep going until you do.

* * * * *
    “You know, I can’t tell if you’re an idiot or not.”
    Audrey said it just as I bit down on my slice of pepperoni pizza so I had to chew before I could answer her. We were at Monty Q’s, a dive pizza joint right across the street from St Jude. Audrey said when you get news like we just did, the only thing to make it better was grease and pepperoni. So I texted my mom that I was doing extra credit work for history and we found a booth in the back for privacy. I filled Audrey in on everything that happened with Dale and she listened carefully before wondering aloud whether I was an idiot.
    Truthfully, I didn’t know how to respond. It actually wasn’t even a question. It was a statement with room for comment. “What do you mean?”
    Audrey snarfed down the rest of her slice before answering. “Because you don’t have to do this. You can just go home and go to regular high school next year and live happily ever after.”
    She made it sound so easy. “We’ve been over this already. I can’t live happily ever after if I’m not doing what I’m supposed to do.”
    “But why risk it? If you stop now, maybe you can walk away without a wipe. If you fail, you’re going to lose probably every memory of your dad since you found about Supers. You really want to lose the last year you had with your dad?”
    “But I’m not going to fail!” I don’t know if I was trying to convince her or myself. “I’m going to pass with flying colors.”
    “And then what?”
    “And then everything will work out.”
    “If you