By Tuesday, people had stopped whispering when I walked past.
They had become bolder.
That was worse.
"So, Luna..."
I looked up from my locker.
A boy I barely knew was standing beside me.
"What?"
"Are you finally shifting?"
I stared at him.
"No."
He looked disappointed.
"Oh."
"Was there a prize?"
He laughed awkwardly.
"No."
"Then why are you asking?"
He shrugged.
"I was just curious."
"Be curious somewhere else."
Maya appeared beside me.
"She's busy."
He left.
I closed my locker.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
She looked at me.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You hate that question."
"I hate everyone asking it."
She smiled.
"Fair."
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By lunchtime, the questions had multiplied.
"Have you noticed your senses changing?"
"Can you hear things farther away?"
"Are you stro
