I mean, I knew I could trust Mr. Hart enough to tell him some stuff (Why did I even tell him all that stuff if I wasn't sure if he was lying again?), but could I tell him everything? About the Third Floor- which, I realized, was the only Super secret I had he didn't already know- and all?

Could I tell him more than my friends?

I shook my head, heading into my bedroom, where Terra was waiting. I couldn't. No way was he more trustworthy than Contri and Dakota. And Terra and Sam.

"Where've you been?" asked Terra. I shrugged.

"Around."

"And not..?"

"No. Never." I couldn't really go back to the Third Floor even if I wanted to (which I kind of did). Bob had threatened to tell the teachers. Wait, not teachers. Headmaster. So Mr. Hart wouldn't even be able to defend me.

Not that he could, when he might risk blowing his cover.

If the headmaster found out... Well, I could probably get expelled. Which would lead to being grounded. Which would lead to starting at a new school a week in. Which would lead to explaining that I had been expelled. Which would lead to losing both Dakota and Contri. Which would lead to a very sad Lindy.

"Good," Terra said. I sat down on my bed and wrote down everything I knew about Supers. Everything.

It didn't take as long as it should have.

When I finished it was past dinner time, and my stomach was growling. I wondered how I hadn't realized that I was starving. 9 o'clock might be good for snacks, but they'd probably cleaned up by now. Terra was gone, probably up with Jacques again (I was really hoping they actually got some sleep, for their sakes. And mine. I didn't want to deal with a grumpy Terra.) I didn't bother checking in with Contri and Dakota, they were probably too tired to actually do anything. After five hours writing about Supers, I didn't really want to practice my powers either. I didn't really get why we needed to practice them, anyways. Mine worked fine just the way they were. And using them too much would wear me out.

I went to the library, not sure what to do with my time. I hoped that my roommate and her buddy wouldn't drop in and accuse me of spying, because, well, that would be slightly awkward when I explained that, no, I could actually read.

Plus, they would never believe me.

So I just braced myself for shrinking behind the bookshelf, or possibly under the chair if I fit. I tested it. I didn't quite fit.

It didn't really cross my mind that maybe they wouldn't come down. And that's what they did.

I checked the clock on the wall. In five minutes I'd have to put down my fabulous book and head down to the kitchen. I smiled, bored. I'd been bored for the past hour. The book I was reading wasn't exactly action packed fun. My personal favourite.

The clock ticked eleven and I bolted out the door and down the stairs. I arrived in the kitchen, and nobody else was there.

Or so I thought.

Actually, I was right in my thoughts. Maddi was the next one in, walking in. She raised an eyebrow when she saw me, sitting on the table and eager, but didn't really seem surprised. Liam was next, and I didn't find that too weird either. Abbot peeked his head in, relaxing when he saw me. Contri popped in and sat beside me. I smiled at her, but I hoped my eyes told her that this was slightly illegal and she shouldn't be coming here.

Obviously, I wasn't very well trained in eye-language. As we sat there, I swung my legs in time with Contri. We waited for a few minutes before Maddi decided that there would only be the five of us and clapped her hands.

"It looks like we're not getting anyone else, so-" the door flew open and Mr. Hart walked in. I bit my lip. I doubted that I was supposed to tell anyone, and Mr. Hart would hopefully not tell Maddi that I'd mentioned it.

I was doing a lot of hoping these days.