DANTE
She was always the favored one.
âEmber,â Mr. Gordon sighed for the second time that hour. âPlease pay attention. This is important. Are you listening?â
âYes,â my twin muttered, not looking up from her desk, where she was doodling cartoon figures into her textbook. âIâm listening.â
Mr. Gordon frowned. âAll right, then. Can you tell me what the fleshy part of a humanâs ear is called?â
I raised my hand. As expected, Mr. Gordon ignored me.
âEmber?â he prompted when she didnât answer. âDo you know the answer to the question?â
Ember sighed and put down her pencil. âThe earlobe,â she said in a voice that clearly stated, Iâm bored and I want to be somewhere else.
âYes.â Mr. Gordon nodded. âThe fleshy part of a humanâs ear is the earlobe. Very good, Ember. Write that downâit will be on the test tomorrow.
âAll right,â he continued as Ember scribbled something in her notebook. I doubted it was the answer, or anything to do with the test, so I jotted the definition down, just in case she forgot. âNext question. Human hair and fingernails are made of the same substance a dragonâs claws and horns are made of. What is this substance called? Ember?â
âUm.â Ember blinked. Clearly, she had no idea. âI dunno.â
I started to raise my hand but stopped. There was no point.
âWe discussed this yesterday,â Mr. Gordon continued sternly. âAll through class, we talked about the human anatomy. You should know this. A humanâs hair and fingernails, and a dragonâs claws and horns, are all made of...?â
Come on, Ember, I thought at her. You know this. Itâs in your brain, even if you were staring out the window most of class yesterday.
Ember shrugged, slumping in her chair in a pose that said, I donât want to be here. Our teacher sighed and turned to me. âDante?â
âKeratin,â I answered.
He gave a brisk nod but turned back to Ember. âYes, keratin. Your brother was paying attention,â he told her, narrowing his eyes. âWhy canât you do the same?â
Ember glowered. Comparing her to me was always a surefire way to make her mad. âI donât see why I have to know the difference between scales and human toenails,â she muttered, crossing her arms. âWho cares what itâs called? I bet the humans donât know that hair is made of kraken, either.â
âKeratin,â Mr. Gordon corrected, frowning back at her. âAnd it is highly important that you know what it is you are Shifting into, inside and out. If you want to mimic humans perfectly, you must know them perfectly. Even if they do not.â
âI still think itâs dumb,â Ember mumbled, looking longingly out the window at the desert and open sky beyond the chain-link fence that surrounded the compound. Our teacherâs expression darkened.
âWell, then, letâs give you some motivation. If you and Dante donât make at least ninty-five percent on your tests tomorrow, you both will be banned from the game room for a month.â Ember jerked in her seat, eyes going wide with outrage, and Mr. Gordon gave her a cold smile. âThat is how important you knowing the human anatomy is to Talon. So I would study, both of you.â He waved a hand at the door. âYouâre dismissed.â
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âItâs totally unfair,â Ember raged as we walked across the dusty yard to our dorms. Overhead, the Nevada sun beat down on me, chasing away the chill of the air-conditioned classroom and warming my skin. Or, should I say, my epidermis?
I smirked at my own joke, knowing Ember wouldnât get it. And, in her current mood, she wouldnât appreciate it even if she did.
âGordon is a bully,â Ember growled, kicking a pebble with her shoe, sending it bouncing over the dusty ground. âHe canât ban us from the game room for a whole monthâthatâs completely insane. Iâd go crazyâthereâs nothing else to do around here.â
âWell, you could try paying attention,â I suggested as we neared the long cement building at the edge of the fence. As expected, the suggestion did not go over well.
âHow am I supposed to pay attention when everything is so boring?â Ember snapped, wrenching open the door. Inside, the living room was cool to the point of chilly. A pair of leather sofas sat in an L around a coffee table, and a large television hung on the opposite wall, its huge screen shiny and dark. It had over a hundred channels, everything from sci-fi to news stations to movies and sportsâan attempt to keep us pacified, I suspected, though it never really worked on Ember. She would rather be outside than sitting in a room watching TV all day. The room was also spotlessly clean, despite the mess a certain sibling made of it nearly every day.