After school ended, Tristan and the rest of his group met up by the flagpole. Jared immediately handed Tristan a folder, which the junior flipped through. He smiled. "Perfect. Thanks, Jared."
The sophomore shrugged. "Don't mention it."
"Um, Tristan?"
Allison pointed over his shoulder and he turned. Destiny stood just out of earshot, talking to five other students. A little concentration confirmed the students' identities, and Tristan sighed. "I see them."
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to go to my house and practice." She started to protest, but he cut her off before she could say a word. "We're not going to make any more headway today, and I think second period shows that we have to learn to control our powers."
The red-haired freshman wailed. "I'm sorry!"
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