Chapter 16
Vin slouched into the classroom, found a seat in the back of the auditorium, and threw himself into a chair. Too much flump. His sunglasses were knocked askew, momentarily blinding him with the overhead fluorescents. God said, whoa, too much light. Vin pushed the shades back up onto his nose. Class was already quiet, the professor was speaking. Yeah, whatever. What class was this again?
Vin unzipped his backpack, pulled out a textbook, not even caring if it was the right book for the class. He had a notebook somewhere, right? Notebook, notebook…there was some crumpled loose leaf paper lurking in the bottom of his bag. He took out a sheet, ran a smoothing hand down it, and put his pencil on it. Turned his head toward the podium.
He’d been jolted out of bed with a bad case of G
