#Chapter14 Rejection

I chastise myself, blaming the lack of sleep for my dumbing down lately as I slide trough the kitchen unseen and get to the back—porch door in record time. Getting used to my new speed and zipping around when you don't want to be seen is the perfect practice. I've stopped bumping into things and tripping over my own feet in hyper speed mode, but I haven't yet mastered how not to get breathless. It takes it out of me after a short sprint.

Th garden is empty but most of the classrooms look onto the courtyard, so I make sure I stay in the shadows against the...