TITLE: WHOSE TEETH ARE AS SWORDS
GENRE: YA dystopian
The principal's office was bad, but the principal's office waiting room was much worse. Seth shifted in his toothpaste-colored seat and tried to concentrate on his homework (Problem number eight. Find the limit as x approaches e of the natural log of x, b-Reader droned inside his head), but his own thoughts were so loud he could barely hear the words.
What could Ms. Mahoney possibly want with him?
The secretary looked up then, almost like she'd read his mind. "Sorry for the wait." She flashed him a phantom grin. "But I think you'll find it worth your while."
Problem number eight. Find the limit as x approaches--
Seth pushed the words aside, out of thought. "What do you mean?"
She cupped one hand around the corner of her mouth. "Don't tell her I said anything, but ... congratulations."
"Not so loud!" The secretary leaned over her laptop, bleached blond curls bouncing stiffly, like she was going to say more. But then something on the screen caught her attention, and she didn't.
Problem number eight. Find the limit as--
Seth closed the calc book with a thought and exited b-Reader with another, but that only made way for a new flood of sounds and pictures, which burrowed into his brain with almost no thought at all. In the quiet of the waiting room, Stream Surfer's smooth-talking voices were impossible to ignore.