The first person Esme set eyes on in PC was Seth, the hard-faced boy she’d met outside the principal’s office. He was in every single one of her classes except history. Lucky him, she thought. No Dr Rank.
There was an empty chair beside Seth, and he glanced up at Esme, as if inviting her to sit with him. Esme ignored him and dove in between Daniel and Vince.
‘That was amazing, the way you stood up against Rank,’ Vince said.
‘Someone had to. It wasn’t on, what he did to you, either—eavesdropping on you before class had even started.’
‘I wish I could control my Gift better,’ Vince moaned. ‘Then I might have been able to mute my friend before he could say … er, what he said.’ He sighed. ‘I think I’ll just have to get used to it. Being singled out, I mean.’
‘Why’s that?’
‘Tomorrow, my mu
