Wil read carefully, constantly admiring the neat printing. The paper read:
Talented Teenagers (“We need to work on the name, still,” Reagan interjected.)
Derek: Leader, Everyone’s Friend, Song Lyrics, Double-Jointed
Stephen: Penmanship, Cryptography, Cartography, Comic Artist, Observant,
Reagan: Actress, Sarcastic, Quick-Thinking, Fantastically Well-Dressed
Hope: Kind, Artistic, Quiet, Quick
Art: Intelligent, Funny, Easy-Going, Cooking
Wil: Good Writer, Imaginative
Art laughed his infectious chuckle again. “We suggested talents, and voted on them -except Reagan insisted on her last one. I still say we need to put ‘Domineering’ as one of hers.”
Wil wondered if he would poke so much fun at Reagan if he were sitting closer to her at the table. Even though she only had access to the lunchroom cutlery, Reagan looked a good aim.
“Why- ?” Wil began. She looked up from the list in embarrassment, not knowing how to finish her question.
“We all agreed to the talents Stephen wrote for you,” Reagan explained, understanding. “You get to suggest others, and then demonstrate them.” She stuffed some lunch into her mouth and gave Wil an encouraging look as she chewed.
“Actually,” Stephen spoke up in a nasally tone, “This is a work in progress. What we really want,” his eyes became dreamy and distant, “are talents that I am going to draw into a comic.” Suddenly realizing all attention was on him, he looked down again. “We’ll be like superheroes,” he told his food tray, less audibly.
Reagan rolled her eyes again. She was also talented at that, though Wil doubted it would get added to the list.
“Just think about it,” Derek told Wil. Wil gulped, which helped move what she had consumed to her stomach.
The rest of the group, satisfied with their explanations, continued to eat and talk among themselves. Wil read over the official roster and thought about what had been said.
She stared at her name, wondering how imagination counted as a talent, and whether any others would follow in Stephen’s neat print.