Flashback ( PDFDrive )

matching tunics that say, My Legacy Is Creepier Than Yours! Or I tried
to discover my legacy and all I got was this ugly tunic!
Sophie wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t quite get there. Not when
her mind kept replaying the way Keefe’s father had shattered that
glass.
When did that happen? she asked.
After the Level Two midterms. My dad wasn’t happy with two of my
scores.
Uh, weren’t your lowest scores still in the nineties? Fitz asked.
Ninety-eight and ninety-nine But Dear Old Daddio expected me to get a
perfect one hundred on everything. Apparently, that’s what HE got when HE
was at Foxfire.
Okay, but did he skip Level One like you did? Sophie wondered.
Nope. But he also doesn’t have a photographic memory, so he said being
the top of my Level should be a given. Imagine how excited he was when he
found out I came in second!
Fitz shuffled his feet. I . . . came in first.
Oh, I know. Had to go and make the rest of us look bad, didn’t you, Fitzy?
I didn’t—
Relax, I’m kidding. But it’s a good thing I like you, ’cause it’s not exactly
easy being your friend.
The thought was meant to be teasing. But Sophie could feel a
glimmer of truth behind it.
Fitz must’ve felt it too, because he told him, I’m sorry.
Don’t be. It’s seriously not a big deal.
Then why didn’t you say anything?
Uh, our friendship wasn’t really at the “sharing” stage back then. I sat at
your table at lunch sometimes—not really enough to be all, “Let me unload