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But nothing ever made them go away. By the time she was fourteen, Luce refused to take her meds. That was when they found Dr. Sanford, and the Dover School nearby. They flew to New Hampshire, and her father drove their rental car up a long, curved driveway to a hilltop mansion called Shady Hollows.

They planted Luce in front of a man in a lab coat and asked her if she still saw her visions. Her parents palms were sweating as they gripped her hands, brows furrowed with the fear that there was something terribly wrong with their daughter. No one came out and said that if she didnt tell Dr. Sanford what they all wanted her to say, she might be seeing a whole lot more of Shady Hollows.

When she lied.

Sanford twice a month. Luce had been permitted to stop taking the horrible pills as soon as she started pretending she didnt see the shadows anymore. But she still had no control over when they might appear. All she knew was that the mental catalog of places where theyd come for her in the past dense forests, murky watersbecame the places she avoided at all costs. All she knew was that when the shadows came, they were usually accompanied by a cold chill under her skin, a sickening feeling unlike anything else.

Luce straddled one of the bleachers and gripped her temples between her thumbs and middle fingers. If she was going to make it through today, she had to push her past to the recesses of her mind. She couldnt stand probing the memory of that night by herself, so there was no way she could air all the gruesome details to some weird, maniacal stranger. Instead of answering, she watched Arriane, who was lying back on the bleachers, sporting a pair of enormous black sunglasses that covered the better part of her face.

It was hard to tell, but she must have been staring at Luce, too, because after a second, she shot up from the bleachers and grinned. Cut my hair like yours, she said. Luce gasped. Your hair is beautiful. It was true: Arriane had the long, thick locks that. Luce so desperately missed. Her loose black curls sparkled in the sunlight, giving off just a tinge of red. Luce tucked her hair behind her ears, even though it still wasnt long enough to do anything but flop back down in front of them.

Beautiful schmootiful, Arriane said. Yours is sexy, edgy. And I want it. Oh, um, okay, Luce said. Was that a compliment? She didnt know if she was supposed to be flattered or unnerved by the way Arriane assumed she could have whatever she wanted, even if what she wanted belonged to someone else. Where are we going to get Ta-da! Arriane reached into her bag and pulled out the pink Swiss Army knife Gabbe had tossed into the Hazard Box.

I always bring my sticky fingers on new-student drop-off days. You spent the whole summer. Luce winced. Spoken like a true newbie. Youre probably expecting a spring break. She tossed Luce the Swiss Army knife. We dont get to leave this hellhole.

Now cut. What about the reds? Luce asked, glancing around with the knife in her hand. There were bound to be cameras somewhere out here. Arriane shook her head. I refuse to associate with pansies.

Can you handle it or not? Luce nodded. And dont tell me youve never cut hair before. Arriane grabbed the Swiss Army knife back from Luce, pulled out the scissor tool, and handed it back. Not another word until you tell me how fantastic I look. In the salon of her parents bathtub, Luces mother had tugged the remains of her long hair into a messy ponytail before lopping the whole thing off. Luce was sure there had to be a more strategic method of cutting hair, but as a lifelong haircut avoider, the chopped-off pony was about all she knew.

She gathered Arrianes hair in her hands, wrapped an elastic band from her wrist around it, held the small scissors firmly, and began to hack. The ponytail fell to her feet and Arriane gasped and whipped around. She picked it up and held it to the sun. Luces heart constricted at the sight. She still agonized over her own lost hair, and all the other losses it symbolized.

But Arriane just let a thin smile spread across her lips. She ran her fingers through the ponytail once, then dropped it into her bag.

Awesome, she said. Keep going. Arriane, Luce whispered before she could stop herself. Your neck. Its all Scarred? Arriane finished. You can say it. The skin on Arrianes neck, from the back of her left ear all the way down to her collarbone, was jagged and.

Luces mind went to Trevorto those awful pictures. Even her own parents wouldnt look at her after they saw them. She was having a hard time looking at Arriane now. Arriane grabbed Luces hand and pressed it to the skin. It was hot and cold at the same time.

It was smooth and rough.

Im not afraid of it, Arriane said. Are you? No, Luce said, though she wished Arriane would take her hand away so Luce could take hers away, too. Her stomach churned as she wondered whether this was how Trevors skin would have felt.

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Are you afraid of who you really are, Luce? No, Luce said again quickly. It must be so obvious that she was lying. She closed her eyes. At the schools gates that morning, when her father had whispered the Price family motto in her ear Prices never crashit had felt possible, but already Luce felt so run down and exposed. She tugged her hand away. So howd it happen? Remember how I didnt press you when you clammed up about what you did to get here? Arriane asked, raising her eyebrows.

Arriane gestured to the scissors. Touch it up in the. Make me look real pretty.

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Make me look like you. Even with the same exact cut, Arriane would still only look like a very undernourished version of Luce. That cell block over there is Augustine. Its where we have our so-called Social events on Wednesday nights. And all of our classes, she said, pointing at a building the color of yellowed teeth, two buildings to the right of the dorm.

It looked like it had been designed by the same sadist whod done Pauline. It was dismally square, dismally fortresslike, fortified by the same barbed wire and barred windows. An unnatural-looking gray mist cloaked the walls like moss, making it impossible to see whether anyone was over there.

Fair warning, Arriane continued. Youre going to hate the classes here. You wouldnt be human if you didnt. Whats so bad about them? Luce asked.

Maybe Arriane just didnt like school in general. With her black nail polish, black eyeliner, and the black bag that only seemed big enough to hold her new Swiss Army knife, she didnt exactly look bookish.

The classes here are soulless, Arriane said. Worse, theyll strip you of your soul. Of the eighty kids in this. She glanced up.

Unspoken for, anyway. That didnt sound promising, but Luce was hung up on another part of Arrianes answer. Wait, there are only eighty kids in this whole school? The summer before she went to Dover, Luce had pored over the thick Prospective Students handbook, memorizing all the statistics.

Arriane nodded, making Luce accidentally snip off a chunk of hair shed meant to leave. Hopefully Arriane wouldnt noticeor maybe shed just think it was edgy. Eight classes, ten kids a pop. You get to know everybodys crap pret-ty quickly, Arriane said.

And vice versa. I guess so, Luce agreed, biting her lip. Arriane was joking, but Luce wondered whether shed be sitting here with that cool smirk in her pastel blue eyes if she knew the exact nature of Luces backstory. The longer Luce could keep her past under wraps, the better off shed be.

And youll want to steer clear of the hard cases. Hard cases? The kids with the wristband tracking devices, Arriane said. About a third of the student body. And theyre the ones who You dont want to mess with. Trust me. Well, whatd they do? As much as Luce wanted to keep her own story a secret, she didnt like the way Arriane was treating her like some sort of ingnue. Whatever those kids had done couldnt be much worse than what everyone told her she had done.

Or could it?

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After all, she knew next to nothing about these people and this place. The possibilities stirred up a cold gray fear in the pit of her stomach. Oh, you know, Arriane drawled. Aided and abetted terrorist acts. Chopped up their parents and roasted them on a spit. She turned around to wink at Luce. Shut up, Luce said. Im serious.

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Those psychos are under much tighter restrictions than the rest of the screwups here. We call them the shackled. Luce laughed at Arrianes dramatic tone. Your haircuts done, she said, running her hands through Arrianes hair to fluff it up a little. It actually looked really cool. Sweet, Arriane said. She turned to face Luce. When she ran her fingers through her hair, the sleeves of her black sweater fell back on her forearms and Luce caught a glimpse of a black wristband, dotted with rows of silver studs, and, on the other wrist, another band that looked more.

Arriane caught her looking and raised her eyebrows devilishly. Told ya, she said. Total effing psychos. She grinned. Come on, Ill give you the rest of the tour. Luce didnt have much choice. She scrambled down the bleachers after Arriane, ducking when one of the turkey vultures swooped dangerously low. Arriane, who didnt seem to notice, pointed at a lichen-swathed church at the far right of the commons.

Over here, youll find our state-of-the-art gymnasium, she said, assuming a nasal tour guide tone of voice. Yes, yes, to the untrained eye it looks like a church.

It used to be. A few years ago, some calisthenic-crazed shrink showed up ranting about overmedicated teens ruining society. He donated a shit-ton of money so theyd convert it into a gym. Now the powers that be think we can work out our frustrations in a more natural and productive way. Luce groaned. She had always loathed gym class. Girl after my very own heart, Arriane commiserated. Coach Diante is ee-vil. As Luce jogged to keep up, she took in the rest of the grounds.

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The Dover quad had been so well kept, all manicured and dotted with evenly spaced, carefully pruned trees. Weeping willows dangled to the ground, kudzu grew along the walls in sheets, and every third step they took squished.

And it wasnt just the way the place looked. Every humid breath Luce took stuck in her lungs.

Just breath-. Apparently the architects got in a huge standoff over how to retrofit the style of the old military academy buildings. The upshot is we ended up with half penitentiary, half medieval torture zone. And no gardener, Arriane said, kicking some slime off her combat boots. Oh, and theres the cemetery. Luce followed Arrianes pointing finger to the far left side of the quad, just past the dormitory.

An even thicker cloak of mist hung over the walled-off portion of land. It was bordered on three sides by a thick forest of oaks. She couldnt see into the cemetery, which seemed almost to sink below the surface of the ground, but she could smell the rot and hear the chorus of cicadas buzzing in the trees.

For a second, she thought she saw the dark swish of the shadowsbut she blinked and they were gone. Thats a cemetery? This used to be a military academy, way back in the Civil War days. So thats where they buried all their dead. Its creepy as all get-out. And lawd, Arriane said, piling on a fake southern accent, it stinks to high Heaven.

Then she winked at Luce. We hang out there a lot. Luce looked at Arriane to see if she was kidding. Arriane just shrugged. Okay, it was only once.

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Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln. Jump to Page. Search inside document. Random House Teens. Shawn Lee. Popular in Courtship. Jussa Leilady Alberba. Ana Maria. Ryan O'Cain. Enrolling on the same day as Luce is a young boy named Todd and a girl named Gabbe.

Upon this discovery, the two of them promise each other not to question the others past. On the way to their first class, Luce notices a boy and suddenly becomes nervous.

Arianne tells her that his name is Daniel Grigori, and proceeds to mock her for staring at him. Daniel is standing with another boy named Roland, and upon noticing that Luce is staring, Daniel smiles and raises his middle finger towards her. In class, Luce encounters Cam again, who attempts to flirt with her once more.

She still is thinking about Daniel, leaving her distracted throughout the lesson. Randy, the enrollment attendant, arrives and gives all three of them detention.Ruchika Singh Malyan. The cabin fire had left her scalp singed and her hairline patchy, so after the long, silent ride home from Dover, Mom had planted Luce in the bathtub, brought out Dads electric razor, and wordlessly shaved her head. Alas, in fact, I heartily bored half the book.

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