No man would be catty enough to say all that in such a saccharine tone of voice. If you're one of the medicated students, this is where you go to keep yourself doped up, sane, breathing, whatever.' Woman, Luce decided, studying the attendant. 'Well, look what the storm blew in,' the attendant said loudly, then continued, enunciating slowly: 'Meds. 'Could you, uh, could you repeat that?' she asked the attendant, 'What was it, meds - ?' They'd been threatening to sell the car all summer, and now they had a reason even Luce couldn't argue with: No one was allowed to have a car at Luce's new school. She was still trying to figure out whether she'd filled out the giant stack of paperwork correctly, whether this shaven-headed guide standing before them was a man or a woman, whether there was anyone to help her with this enormous duffel bag, whether her parents were going to get rid of her beloved Plymouth Fury the minute they arrived home from dropping her off here. Luce hurried to slip in behind the group. 'Remember the basics and no one gets hurt.' 'So remember, it's meds, beds, and reds,' the attendant barked at a cluster of three other students all standing with their backs to Luce. A barrel-chested attendant with ruddy cheeks and a clipboard clamped under an iron bicep was already giving orders - which meant Luce was already behind. Luce barged into the fluorescent-lit lobby of the Sword & Cross School ten minutes later than she should have.

Fallen by lauren kate