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  I stepped out quickly, suddenly nervous that it might drop out from under me.

  As I stood at the door, I could see scratches in the paint. Doomed students trying to get out before the floor lowered?

  My muscles tensed and I wanted to run, but something stopped me. I took a deep breath, looked up at the security camera—its glass, lifeless eye staring back at me—and I spit into the detention room. Then I went back upstairs.

  When the garbage bags were all gathered by the outside doors, I peered out the windows. I could see a few Havoc members, one in the distance riding a large lawn mower, and two more close by, trimming the bushes and edging the grass. Curtis had said that even though the rules allowed me to take the garbage out to the incinerator, the doors wouldn’t open for me. I’d have to get one of them to open it.

  I held up my hand to pound on the window, but behind me I heard someone call my name. Jane.

  “Hey,” she said, jogging down the hall toward me. She was holding a push broom and set it against the wall when she reached me. “Let me go with you. The V’s use the buddy system. ”

  She pulled a few loose strands of red hair from her face and readjusted the elastic that held her ponytail. Her eyes sparkled happily, as though taking out the trash were her favorite pastime.

  I turned back to the window so that I wouldn’t stare at her.

  “So, how do you like being a janitor?” she asked with a grin, as she started knocking on the windows.

  Through the glass I could see two people walking toward us. One was Skiver, and the other was a girl I didn’t know.

  “It’s awesome,” I said. “That’s why I signed up for this school in the first place. ”

  Bringing Jane along didn’t make me feel any safer, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. And, besides, I didn’t feel as nervous around Havoc as I did the day before. I’d refused to turn in Oakland and Mouse to the paintball refs for the overkill, and I’d cut Mash’s handcuffs off. I figured they might cut me some slack.

  I tried to pick up all the bags, but Jane scowled at me and took two of them.

  “So, who’s Private Ryan?”

  “Huh?”

  “You started to talk about him yesterday. Private Ryan at Omaha Beach. Was he a relative of yours?”

  “What? No. It’s a movie. You’ve never seen that one, either?”

  Jane blushed. “I’ve been in here for two and a half years. ”

  “That one’s even older than Cast Away. ”

  “I didn’t watch a lot of movies before I got here. ”

  I wondered how old she was, how old she’d been two and a half years ago. But the doors opened before I could ask.

  “Well, if it isn’t the new kid and his girlfriend,” Skiver said. I ignored him and pushed my way outside, turning to make sure they didn’t stop Jane.

  “Just heading to the incinerator,” I said. Jane didn’t seem bothered by Havoc, but she didn’t look at either of them in the face. When she was past them we headed toward the back of the school.

  In the distance, closer to the forest’s edge, I could see one of the Society’s guards on a four-wheeler.

  “You need some alone time?” Skiver shouted. They were walking slowly, following us.

  “How old are you?” I asked Jane, trying to get her mind off Havoc.

  She looked up at me with a smile. “How old do I look?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Seventeen?” I figured it was probably best to aim high.

  “Sixteen,” she said. “I’ll be seventeen in June. ”

  Skiver wasn’t far behind, but it didn’t look like he was trying to do anything other than intimidate us.

  “So when you got here,” I said, trying to do the math in my head. She cut me off.

  “Thirteen. Pretty great, huh?”

  I couldn’t imagine coming into a place like this so young. No one here now was younger than fourteen, and there were only a few of them. I looked over at her. I wanted to say something—it seemed so terrible—but I couldn’t think of anything.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “Seriously. That’s what I keep telling you. This place isn’t that bad once you get used to it. ”

  “It’s all you’ve ever known. ”

  She rolled her eyes and grinned. “That’s a little melodramatic. ”

  The incinerator was a big rectangular machine, about eight feet tall, and it smelled terrible. Curtis had told me that I didn’t need to do anything to operate it—it was all automatic. A small sign indicated where to put the trash, and I tossed the first bag inside.

  Skiver shouted, “Nice job at paintball yesterday. ”

  I lifted the next bag up and in, and then the third.

  Skiver turned to goading Jane. “Did you know your little Benson wasn’t in his room last night? I think he’s cheating on you. But for some reason he was still in the boys’ dorm. I wonder what that means?”

  I threw the last two bags in the incinerator and then turned to look at Skiver. He was smiling nastily. But the girl behind him had left.

  I wanted to punch him in the teeth. Not for anything he’d said or even anything he’d done to me. I just felt like hitting him.

  Jane took my hand in hers. “Come on. ”

  I nodded and inhaled deeply. Holding her hand felt comfortable, but I knew I was squeezing too tight—angry about Skiver.

  We’d only taken a few steps when I noticed a small door in the side of the building. Judging by the slope of the grass, I figured it had to go into the basement, but I didn’t remember seeing any exterior doors while I was down there.

  “Do you know where that goes?” I asked Jane. The image of the detention room was clear in my mind, and I knew there had to be more to the basement, something deeper down.

  She shrugged.

  We walked up to it but didn’t hear a buzz, and the knob was locked.

  “What are you doing?” Skiver shouted.

  I turned to him. “Do you know where this door goes?”

  “What do I look like, an architect?”

  “No, you definitely do not. ”

  He snarled and walked down to me. I listened for the buzz, but it didn’t happen for him either. So, the door wasn’t opened for maintenance or groundskeeping.

  “Aren’t you supposed to get back inside and scrub toilets or something?” he said.

  Jane’s fingers curled tightly around mine.

  I breathed out, long and slow. “I guess we’d better. ”

  That night I went to talk to Curtis. He was lying on his bed, fiddling with his computer.

  I knocked on the open door. “What’s up?”

  He sat up. “Oh, hey, Benson. Just entering the contract bids. ”

  Curtis punched a few buttons, and then closed the computer with a click. “Speaking of which, we get paid tomorrow—you’ll have a few points. ”

  “Nice,” I said, and leaned against his wall. “Too bad I won’t be able to afford a fancy new ball gown for the dance. ”

  He laughed. “Don’t worry. Most of the guys will just wear their uniforms. The girls can buy dresses if they want, but I doubt many guys will waste our points on it. ”

  “I was wondering if I could ask you something,” I said, looking toward his window. It was dark out now, and the moon was just over the horizon. There wasn’t any haze.