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would affect it.
    “You’ll be completing coursework under the guidance oftutors, but the emphasis at Horizons, Mara, is not on academic achievement but on personal achievement.”
    Can’t wait.
    “As I was saying, your participation is integral to your success. After a period of two weeks, there will be a reassessment to determine whether this is the right place for you, or whether it would be prudent to move you to our residential treatment facility.”
    So this was a test, then. To see whether I could make it here in the real world without any . . . problems. I looked up at my parents’ hopeful faces as the word residential echoed in my mind.
    It was a test I needed to pass.

13
    W HEN M R . R OBINS FINISHED HIS LECTURE , he held out a pen.
    My parents had explained this part to me—the “informed consent.” I had to agree; Horizons required it. And I didn’t mind the idea in the abstract, but sitting here in this weird place on this hard little chair staring at that pen, I hesitated. After a few uncomfortable seconds, I forced myself to take it and signed my name.
    “Well!” Mr. Robins said, clapping his hands together. “Now that that’s settled, I’ve set you up for a tour with Phoebe Reynard, another student at Horizons. Yes,” he said, nodding meaningfully, “everyone is a student here. A student of life .”
    Oh, God.
    “Each of you is assigned to a buddy, and Phoebe will be yours. That means she’ll be your partner for most of your exercises. Not so different from a normal school, right?”
    Sure.
    “She should be along any minute. In the meantime, did you bring a bag with you today?”
    I had, in fact. I toted my school bag along with me out of habit, even though this definitely wasn’t school. I nodded at Mr. Robins.
    “Can I see it?”
    I handed it over.
    “It will have to be thoroughly checked every time you enter the front door. Everything you bring in has to be cataloged, and contraband removed.”
    “Contraband like . . .”
    “Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, cell phones, laptops. We do allow portable music players, as long as they don’t have Internet access. So your iPod,” he said, nodding at the earbuds dangling out of the kangaroo pocket of my hoodie, “should be fine. I’ll get your bag checked and make sure it gets back to you ASAP,” he said with a toothy grin. “Got anything else in your pockets, Mara?”
    I blinked. “Um, string or nothing?”
    “Excuse me?”
    I raised my eyebrows. “The Hobbit?”
    He looked concerned. “A what?”
    “It’s a book,” my father piped up. He met my gaze and winked.
    Mr. Robins looked from my father to me. “You have a book in your pocket?”
    I tried very hard not to sigh. “There’s nothing in my pockets, is what I meant.”
    “Oh,” he said. “Well then, you won’t mind emptying them.”
    It wasn’t a request. That would take some getting used to. I emptied my pockets to find some change, a packet of sugar, a receipt, and of course, my iPod. “That’s it,” I said with a shrug.
    “Great!” He indicated that I could take everything back.
    Just as I finished, a tall girl with lank, dyed black hair peeked in through the doorway. “Mr. Robins?”
    “Ah, Phoebe. Phoebe Reynard, meet Mara Dyer, your new buddy.”
    I extended my hand. The girl eyed me warily, her eyes deep set in her wide moon face. She had a perfect ski slope nose that didn’t quite match the rest of her features; it seemed lost, like it had wandered onto the wrong face.
    After inspecting me for what felt like an hour, Phoebe took my hand and gave it a limp, sweaty shake, then dropped it like I was on fire.
    Awkward. Phoebe’s eyes darted back to Mr. Robins.
    “All right, I’m going to send you two off,” he said, “while I speak to your parents for a bit, Mara, and introduce them tosome of the staff. Phoebe—you know what to do.”
    Phoebe nodded, then walked out without a word. I gave my parents a low thumbs-up and then followed Phoebe