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As each new victim disappears, Luke becomes more and more desperate to get out and get help.
But no one has ever escaped from The Institute.
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The guy also riffled through the pages, looking either for dirty pictures or a crib sheet or two.
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While he was eating his Snackimals, he became aware of several other test-takers standing around him.
Big boys and girls, high school juniors and seniors.
Kid, one of them asked, what the hell are you doing here?
Taking the test, Luke said.
One of the girls said, Are you a genius?
Like in a movie?
No, Luke said, smiling, but Ididstay at a Holiday Inn last night.
They laughed, which was good.
One of the boys held up his palm, and Luke slapped him five.
Where are you going?
MIT, if I get in, Luke said.
Which wasnt going to be much of a problem.
So far, the test had been a breeze.
It was the kids surrounding him that he found intimidating.
One of the girlsa pretty redheadasked him if hed gotten the hotel question in the math section.
The one about Aaron?
Yeah, pretty sure I did.
What did you say was the right choice, can you remember?
It was a slightly nasty question because of the how much factor.
The answer wasnt a number, it was an equation.
He took out his pen and wrote on his lunch bag: 1.08(99.95x) + 5.
He tapped her equation.
Yours only reflects a one-night stay.
It also doesnt account for the room tax.
Its okay, Luke said.
You probably got the rest of them.
Maybe youre wrong and shes right, one of the boys said.
It was the one whod slapped Luke five.
She shook her head.
I messed up the fucking tax.
Luke watched her walk away, her head drooping.
One of the boys went after her and put an arm around her waist.
One of the others, a tall drink of water wearing designer glasses, sat down next to Luke.
Being you, I mean?
Sometimes, he said.
Usually its just, you know, life.
One of the proctors leaned out and rang a hand bell.
Lets go, kids.
