And it all started with a field trip, a giant dinosaur model, and an especially noticeable pair of teal eyes.

He turned away and his hands grabbed something. A tiny purple Albertosaurus, and the note she’d given him with it. If she could’ve felt her chest, her heart would’ve skipped a beat.

She’d spent forever trying to find him something personal, settling on a miniature Albertosaurus covered in deep violet feathers. She knew it was silly, but it reminded her of the day they met, and in the card she thanked him for showing her what dinosaurs really looked like.

The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back—clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes.Fitz’s eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever.

Fitz? What kind of name was Fitz?

I guess that makes sense. And by the way—your friends?” Amy glanced over her shoulder to take another peek at them. “Are they in a contest to see who can be the most gorgeous or something?”Sophie had to laugh. “They might be.”“It’s ridiculous,” Amy told her. “Especially Fitz’s family. I mean, seriously, who looks like that?”“Only the Vackers,” Sophie assured her.

A school isn’t a school until Sophie tries to destroy it.

I think we could all use a little more weird in our lives.

Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?” Keefe asked. “We’re not calling it that,” Sophie told him. “Oh, I think we are. And don’t worry, Foster,” Keefe added, patting her on the head. “I’ll still love you when you’re oozy.