The transfer girls found out by Friday. I could tell because June didn't come to French, and Astrid sat through physics with her jaw set so tight her cheek had a shadow in it, and at the end of class she stopped me at the door.
"You went to the foundation."
"I applied for a program. So did Becks."
"You went behind us."
"There was no in front of you." I stepped around her. "The application pool was always open. You just didn't know the pool existed."
"Because you buried it."
"Because I read the school bulletin," I said. "It's on page six every October. I've read it since I was eleven."
She stared at me. Something crossed her face that I hadn't seen there before, something under the polish, real and narrow. "You did this to punish us for the exam."
"No." I shifted my bag. "I did this
