e classroom, casting long
low pencil between her fingers. The history tea
e of paper onto Dasia's notebook. It was a crude drawing of
umpled it into a tight ball, and flicked it with her thumb. It bounc
iss. "Dude, the guys we're fighting are from the voc
ut a slow,
ir, groaning. He thought hi
of the final bel
ng the strap over her shoulder and stood up. H
g behind her. Girls whispered as she passed,
heavy metal fire doors a
umes and old asphalt. In the far corner of the parking lot,
an aluminum baseball bat against his palm. When he s
, but he stepped in front of Dasia,
he tip of the bat ri
hat got kicked out of Glory. What's wrong, Gerald? Your
d Dasia dropp
ggered something dark inside her. A physical
Cody aside. She dropped her heavy bag o
ked. Her voice was a whisper, but
t with both hands, raised it high, and swung it directlhis eyes shu
raction of an inch. The bat sliced through
d pull the bat back, D
She clamped her fingers around the
ot. The leader dropped the bat and le
e ground. In the same fluid motion, she pivoted on her l
nd guy off his feet. He flew backward
e in shock. Then, they roare
ulted onto the hood of a Ford pi
flexibility, making flashy aerial moves impossible. Instead, she dropped her center of gravity, planting her hands on th
ck. She ducked, spun, and drove her left elbow straight into his
actly thre
e parking lot, groanin
was perfectly even. She tossed the aluminum bat. It clat
oor, his jaw hanging open. He st
up her bag. She brushed a s
he bleeding guy
" she c
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