Dad was in his lab this morning—it’s where he hides when he wants to avoid questions. Mom fussed over me, all the while pretending she couldn’t hear anything I asked. I’m no closer to any answers about what I overheard last night. On top of that, I still can’t believe my parents enrolled me in school. I don’t understand Mom and Dad’s reasoning for no longer homeschooling me, but it’s done and they aren’t budging. It’s my first day at Blue Mountain Mission School, and I’m already tired. Who can sleep with the world’s fate hanging over them?
I can get through this. I repeat the words like a mantra in my head. The truth is, I don’t want this. None of it. I want to go back to homeschooling. I’ll try one more time to convince Mom to let me finish high school at home but I don’t really expect it to do any good.
The lunchroom is crowded with kids I don’t know and probably don’t want to know. I can’t be sure, of course, because I can’t see them clearly. I’m wearing one of Dad’s inventions: a pair of glasses that dampen colors by limiting the wavelengths my eyes can pick up.
“Don’t take them off, even for glances, Jewel,” he’d said when he gave them to me. “It’s important that you don’t see everyone’s auras and equally important that no one see your eyes.”
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