crushed it!â
The bus driver looks at us in his rearview mirror. In fact, Iâm sure everyone on the bus is looking at us. I bet my face is as red as the strawberry jam.
Another girl behind us peeks over and under the seat, then she asks the redhead, âAre those the sneakers your cousin sent you from Hollywood?â
âYeah,â the redhead says.
Hollywood? Please, who buys their shoes in Hollywood? Who does she think she is?
âCome to my locker when we get to school,â the other girl says. âI have an extra pair of sneakers.â
âThanks,â the redhead says, loud enough for the whole bus to hear. âWhat Iâm going to need is glue and a whole new science project. If I get a bad grade, Iâll be grounded for life. â
Josh leans toward her and turns on his charm. Once more he says, âWeâre really sorryââ
âDonât talk to me,â the redhead says, lifting the towel and peeking at her project. Then she tries to kick the muffin onto my shoes.
Josh convinces the kid next to him to move back a row when the driver isnât looking.
âJules,â he says, motioning to the empty spot next to him.
Josh and I slump in tandem beside each other.
âWell, things can only get better now,â Josh whispers to me, trying to make me smile.
âYeah,â I say.
I hate that we have to start all over again in a new middle school. I hate riding the school bus. I hate that girl. And itâs pretty clear that she hates me, too.
Chapter Three
W e find the office. At least the school secretary welcomes us.
âJust in time,â she says. âPrincipal Phillips was just heading out. Mr. Phillips, these are our new students I told you about, Julia and Joshua Darrow.â
âHello, hello,â the principal says. âGreat to have you here. Sorry to rush off, but weâve got an overflowing water fountain and a miniflood in the gym.â Then he hurries out the door.
Two students about our age come in, and the secretary introduces us to David Hutchinson, who will be Joshâs school buddy for the day, and Sunita Patel, who will show me around. Josh and I briefly compare schedules, but we have no classes together. I was afraid of that. The trouble is, twins arenât usually put together in the same classes. Mom says itâs because separating twins helps them become independent. So Iâll be on my own, except for lunch.
I wait for Josh to say something first. His friendly personality usually puts everyone at ease, including me. But after the whole school bus fiasco, heâs quieter than usual.
David asks, âWhere are you from?â
âPittsburgh,â Josh answers. But thatâs it. He doesnât say more than that.
Our morning didnât get off to a great start, but David and Sunita seem nice. Sunita is pretty with long black hair and a friendly smile. She rolls her eyes as David jokes about âmaking pit stops in Pittsburgh.â David has a loud voice, just like my little sister, Sophie. Josh smiles. Once Josh starts feeling better, theyâll get along just great.
The bell rings. âSee you at lunch,â I tell Josh.
But as we walk down the hall, Sunita looks at my schedule and says, âWe have alternating lunch periods here. You might or might not see your brother at lunchtime.â
âOh,â I say.
Sunita must sense the dread in my voice. She looks right at me.
âDonât worry,â she says.
âI canât help it,â I say. âIâm not good at meeting new people.â
âJust think positive,â Sunita says. âBesides, Iâve got the same lunch period as you, so look for me if you donât see Josh. And really, everyone is so friendly here, youâll make lots of friends right away, Iâm sure.â
Everyone is so friendly?
Clearly she doesnât know the mean red-headed girl from the bus. Iâm about to say