Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

“I had a late night,” I explain. “And early morning practice.”
“I thought practices were after school?” he asks.
“They are,” I say. “But I have to practice extra.”
“Why?” Nicole prods her meat loaf like she’s afraid it might get
up and walk off the plate. “You made the team.”
“Only if I finish top three in the first meet.”
Nicole lets out a low whistle. I’ve always wanted to be able to do
that. I can’t whistle at all, despite years of secret training and even
a hands-on lesson from Justin that I’d rather forget.
“I have faith in you,” Troy says. “I’ll help any way I can.”
I smile at him. He’s so sweet and looks really cute with that goofy
grin on his face. And that golden blond hair spiking off in every
direction doesn’t hurt his star quality good looks. And he seems to
like me. Maybe Troy could be more than a friend, after all.
“Thanks.” I blush even though I know he can’t read my thoughts.
His grin deepens.
Oh yeah, he’s part god. . . . maybe he can. Which leads me to
wondering . . .
“I have a question,” I say to both of them.
“Shoot,” Nicole says.
I think about it for a few seconds, trying to get the words right.
Trying to figure out how to ask what I really want to know.
“Are your powers unlimited?” I finally ask. “I mean, can you do
pretty much anything you want?”
“Yes and no,” Nicole says.
“Great.” I venture a tiny bite of blue Jell-O. “That clears it up.”
Troy swallows a giant forkful of meat loaf before saying, “It’s not
a simple question. In one sense, there are no limitations on what we
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