![]() ![]() One day after school, we sat at our usual spot on the pier. He was a transfer student from overseas, a couple of inches shorter than me and a little more than chubby, but every time it looked like I’d be targeted by the Elites, he’d do something to provoke them and draw their attention so I’d be spared their cruelty. But of the five companions I made, I grew closest to one boy in particular, Kaito. They could knock all five Serfs out of school for a week with a touch, and as classmates, we were kept in frighteningly close proximity. The Elites were worst of all, but there were only a few of them around. The reality was that the Commons, those with useful but not extraordinary gifts, could still hurt us. ![]() I wish I could say there had been strength in numbers, that by banding together, we ungifted Serfs could make it through the day in peace. It was the year that most people came into their abilities and the ones who didn’t-like me-were mercilessly tortured. We had just entered middle school and most of our class had already received their gifts. ![]() My first kiss nearly killed me-literally. ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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