"Dear school, I do not miss you at all," Adam said, reaching over and taking the cards from Pete, flipping through a few of them. "Colored ink? Really?" He raised an eyebrow and started laying them out so that he could see the names.
"Don't the red ones and the green ones hate each other?" he asked. "And are you sure you want to pair them up together? Are you trying to start hair pulling matches?" He picked up one of the cards. "Cassidy Tempest," he read, then held it up.