didnât recognize you this morning.â
âI almost didnât recognize myself,â I murmur.
âGood thing I rescued you, or youâd be stuck under the big tiger.â
Patrice means Iâd be having lunch with Hanna Welch, who is sitting with one of her friends by the tiger mascot on the wall. Iâm not sure what is so terrible about that. Hanna was the student Miss Thatcher assigned to show me around. She was friendly. She knew I was Sammiâs sister, but didnât fire a bunch ofquestions at me. Instead, she kept encouraging me to ask her any questions I had about the school, my classes, sports, and clubs. Hanna was about to show me where my locker was this morning when Patrice came along and took me away, which reminds me . . .
âPatrice, I still need to find my locker,â I say.
âYeah?â
âIâve been up and down every hallway.â
âOkay.â
âYou said youâd help meââ
âAnd I will. Chill, girl. It canât walk away.â
We are strolling toward the middle table, but I notice that every seat there is taken. I am getting jittery. Where are we supposed to sit? As I start to tell Patrice weâd better look for another table, the sea of bodies parts.
âNewbie in the house!â Patrice taps a girl with a side ponytail, who nudges the girl beside her, who flicks the next girl, who slides out of her seat. Waving to me, the girl points to her spot.
âDonât move for me.â I edge toward her. âIâll find a spot at another table.â
âIâm almost done.âShe tosses her napkin on her tray, but anyone can see she is not close to being done. Thereâs more than half a salad and a package of unopened string cheese on her tray. The girl next to her is also getting up. Her tray is nearly full too.
âIâm Jorgianna Tremayne.â
âBridget Forrester,â says the first girl. âThis is Stella Nguyen.â
âHi,â says Stella. âWe usually sir over there.â She points two tables over.
âI know you,â I say to Stella. âYouâre in my science class.â
âYes!â She puts a hand to her cheek. âThereâs got to be thirty-five kids in Wannamakerâs class and I sit on the other side of the room. How did you remember me?â
âI have aââ I am about to tell her I have an excellent memory, but remember my resolve to be as normal as possible. ââIâm into fashion,â I sputter, pointing to her plum-colored velvet tee. âYour top is cute.â
âThanks.â
âItâs a Catinka DeLong, from last summerâs jewel-tone collection, isnât it?â
âYes!â
What am I doing? I am a show-off.
âYou donât have to move for me,â I repeat.
Stella sighs. âYeah, we do, but itâs okay. You seem sweet.â
âYou sure do.â Bridget frowns.
âYouâre Sammiâs sister, right?â asks Stella.
âYes.â
A look passes between the two girls. Is it worry? Sadness? Fear? It happens so quickly I canât be sure.
âWeâve eaten lunch with your sister,â says Stella. âSheâs super nice.â
âWill you tell her that?â asks Bridget, almost apologetically. âTell her we had fun with Eden and her, okay?â
Am I missing something?
âSure,â I say.
âJorgi!â Patrice is dragging me backward by the strap of my pack. âYouâre next to me. Tanith, move your stuff, will you? Youâre hogging two spots. And why are you eating that cottage cheese with peaches stuff again? That is gross.â
âForgive meee ,âsays the girl with the ponytail, rolling her eyes.
âEverybody, this is Jorgi,â Patrice calls. âJorgi, this is Tanith, Cara, Mercy, Desireeâwhere is India? Oh, there she is. India, do you have a