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Buckley's Chance_Level 2I was the only person in the world who could wake up with a hangover and still pass a certification test. Some might have called it arrogant to anticipate victory before I'd even left the house, but I really wanted to celebrate with someone I actually liked, so I had called Riley as soon as I'd kicked Jussi out of my house. She was a little strange, but in that fascinating way that made you want her to stick around instead of the opposite.
Not many people struck me that way. It seemed the kind of thing I should take advantage of when I could. Which was why I was standing naked in front of my closet and trying to decide between the two clean shirts I had that I would actually wear when Gran was not visiting.
Of course, I could go without one, but most places forced shirts on people, even the more disreputable bars. It took a lot of driving to find any of those anyway. I scratched my stomach and smiled down at myself.
Buckley's Chance_Level 1My stomach made a sound that belonged in a kid's cartoon. I glanced down at it, then lifted my shirt to flash my appendix scar at the room. No one ever noticed when I showed skin anymore. They used to form queues, so my ego took it as a bit of a blow when no one even blinked at me. I would have taken my shirt off to see what would happen, but then I remembered that I was by myself.
So probably nothing would happen.
I yawned, letting my mouth open in a long gaping hole that made my jaw creak. It was Friday. Maybe. Or it could have been Saturday. My calendar needed new batteries, but the guy at the watch shop always looked at me funny when I tried to explain, so I'd given up. I pried my head out of its depression in my new leather swivel chair, then used the extra mobility to lurch forward and hit the power button on my main workstation.
"Hello, Ando," a pleasant female voice droned.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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