Jubilee slumped her way into the library, earbuds smooshed firmly into her ears, backpack looking more like a corpse weighing her down. "Stupid paper," she mumbled. Sure, she was advanced--thanks, Professor--at bio already, but she knew it would look good on college applications ("I have to go to college, too?!" she'd shrieked when she first entered the School for Gifted Youth) if she passed the AP exams. So here she was, stuck writing a paper on genetics for bio, on a Friday afternoon when she could have been in New York City playing at that new arcade down on St. Mark's...
Jubilee looked up and recognized a face peeping over a book, in which said face was engrossed.
"Hey, Paige," she exclaimed, pulling out an earbud and plopping into the chair next to Paige's at the long library table. "What's up? Doin' your usual egghead thing?" she teased affectionately.