Saint Joseph School

Thunk. The board shifted a bit as the blade of a slender knife sank home.

Elizabeth sighed, trying to alter her aim from a prone state. Stupid coach. Stupid powers. Stupid everything. It was afternoon. Apparently most of the school either had detention or did something else. Or were hiding. Thunk ...

"Ten seconds. You're not even trying." Coach Waters' voice was firm, and obviously disappointed.

Elizabeth gave him her best put-upon sigh. "Y'know, that's like... a kilometer in just over a minute and a half. Some people would be impressed by that."

He shook his head. "If that was as fast as you ...

“Elizabeth Graham?”

Elizabeth turned back toward the school to see an athletic-looking middle-aged man striding toward her, Flyer’s hat covering what was almost sure to be a bald head. “Um hi… who're you?”

“Jeff Waters, athletics director for the school. Sorry we haven’t met yet, but I promise ...