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a quick glance around to see if anyone’s watching she points her
finger at the offending lace.
Nothing happens.
She frowns and points again.
Again, nothing.
“What the—”
“Surprise,” Coach Lenny says as he walks up.
“Coach,” Zoe whines. “My powers are—”
“Grounded,” he says.
“B-but—” Her lower lip pouts out and starts to quiver. Totally
fake and totally not working on Coach Lenny.
“We just finished going through the roster. Everyone on the
team is grounded for today,” he explains. Then, looking at me, adds,
“We want this to be a fair race.”
Zoe scowls at me but doesn’t say anything.
I watch her stalk off to find the supply box to get a replacement
lace. Why does everyone have to blame me for everything? I didn’t
ask them to do this. Sure, I knew they were talking about it, but it’s
not like I could do anything either way.
Besides, if anyone’s to blame it’s Griffin. He’s the one who zapped
me in tryouts. He’s really, really sorry now, but that doesn’t change
the fact that he did it.
But does anyone blame him? Nooo. Why would they? He’s one
of their own.
That’s when it hits me. No matter what I do—no matter how
hard I race, how much Griffin likes me, how much I try just to
stay out of everyone’s way—I’ll never fit in here. There’s only
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