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Rachel.

Have you ever known a person who seems to walk through life with her own
private spotlight shining on her? That's Rachel.

I said in thought-speak.

She couldn't answer. See, you can only do thought-speak when you're in a
morph (or if you happen to be an Andalite). Although you can hear it
just fine.

Rachel stopped walking and shielded her eyes with her hand, scanning the
sky for me. Then she gave just the smallest wave, just a twinkling of
two fingers.

9 She jerked her head toward the gym. That's where she was going. She
opened her binder and revealed a piece of yellow notepaper clipped
inside. Ah, so she was delivering a note for some teacher.

But Rachel must have forgotten that I can see things no human could ever
see. Beneath the note was a fancy-looking sheet of stationery. It was a
letter, addressed to Rachel. It read: "Congratulations! You have been
named a Packard Foundation Outstanding Student."

I was about to add my own congratulations, when I noticed the date.
There was to be an awards ceremony Monday. This was Friday. It was the
kind of thing Rachel would have invited everyone to.

Everyone but me. I can't exactly go to things like awards ceremonies.
Rachel hadn't even told me about it. And I knew why.

I said, trying to
sound perky. for a fly after last period?>

I saw her smile. She nodded her head again, just a slight movement no
one else would notice.

I said.

I soared away and she walked on to the gym.

There are definitely some nice things about

10 being a hawk. And flying with Rachel is probably the nicest. But it
would have been nice to see her get the Packard award, too.

Sometimes I asked myself if I had it to do all over again. ... If I
could never become Tobias the hawk, and only be Tobias the boy, would I
actually do it?