good.â
The mother sighed. âRemember last time?â
âYeah, but I was
little
then.â
âIt was last week.â
The bus turned on its blinkers as it stopped. All traffic ground to a halt behind it. The other kids jostled to line up, and the three boys continued to shove one another. One of them pushed extra hard and bumped into Sophie.
From the backpack, Monster yelped.
âMom, Mom,
Mom,
thereâs something in her backpack!â the toddler cried.
âOf course there is,â the mother said, pulling the toddler back from the curb. âSheâs going to school.â
Hurrying, Sophie piled onto the bus with the others. Heading for the empty middle of the bus, she found a seat to herself and hefted the backpack with Monster onto her lap. She leaned her head against the window and hoped no one sat with her.
Monster poked at her from within the backpack. âI want a view,â he whispered through the nylon.
âNo,â she whispered back.
He was silent for a moment. Then: âIâll eat your homework.â
âNo.â
âYour book report looks tasty. Just needs ketchup.â
âNo.â
âMunch, munch . . .â
Sophie unzipped the backpack one inch so that Monster could press his eyeball against the window. With all the streaks of dirt on the window, she didnât think anyone outside could see the odd eye looking out of her backpack.
âAh, lovely,â Monster said as they passed a post office. It had a flag by the front door and a golden eagle on its peak. âTell me what that building is.â
âWe canât have a conversation.â
âIâm being quiet.â
âYeah, but Iâm sitting alone. This looks weird.â
âThen donât talk. Iâll do a monologue.â He shifted within the backpack. ââBut soft, what light through yonder window breaksâââ
âShh.â Sophie zipped the backpack closed.
He poked a tentacle tip through and wiggled the zipper open an inch.
Madison leaned over the seat behind her. âHey, talking to yourself again?â She was chewing gum, smacking her teeth together. Her nails were painted sparkly pink, and she was wearing a T-shirt with a picture of a pooping unicorn.
âYes. Just talking to myself.â She zipped the backpack shut, and this time Monster didnât try to open it. He lay still inside, as inert as textbooks.
âOkay then,â Madison said. âSo long as you arenât talking to me.â
âYouâre the one who started this conversation,â Sophie said, and then wished she hadnât said anything. She did not want to draw attention to herself by arguing with Madison. She didnât know why Madison didnât just leave her alone. If she wanted to pretend that she and Sophie had no connection, simply ignoring her would work. The bus around them grew quiet.
âI donât talk to crazy people,â Madison announced.
âThen you talking to me proves Iâm not crazy.â
âIâm telling you
not
to talk to me because you
are
crazy.â
From the backpack, Monster murmured, âSheâs not very bright, is she?â
Madisonâs eyes narrowed. âWhat was that, Crazy Sophie?â
âWhat was what?â Sophie tried to mimic Monsterâs innocent look. âI didnât say anything. Are you hearing voices? Bad sign if youâre hearing voices.â
Other kids snickeredâthis time at Madison, not at Sophie. Before Madison could pick a new insult, the bus wheels squealed, and they turned into the school parking lot. Sophie bolted off the bus.
All the kids poured into the school, squeezing together in the doorway and then breaking apart on the other side. Monster chirped as kids pushed and jostled. As soon as she could, Sophie ducked into the girlsâ bathroom.
In a stall, she unzipped the backpack. Monster flopped his tentacles