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practice a conversation about ordering in a café. As Greta
struggled to say the new words, she started to forget about
Angus and Arjun. And the girl looked at her like she was a
normal person, like her only concern was if Greta accident-
ally pronounced all the silent letters. By the end of class Greta
was thinking of Nate and Ash, their corner in the cafeteria
and the blt sandwiches they had brought for lunch.
Then Priya appeared right outside the door of the French

classroom, her books tucked under one arm. Greta nodded at
her, dropped her head and attempted to duck by.
“Greta, wait!” Priya called, catching her by the arm.
“What?” Greta turned, her anger surprising her. She
owed them nothing.
“I just want to talk to you for a sec.” Priya tried to make
eye contact with Greta, her face curious.

“My brother’s waiting for me,” Greta said, shaking off
Priya’s hand.
“Please. It won’t take long.” Greta had never heard her say
please before.
“Fine, but right here.” She wasn’t going to be dragged into
some kind of Survivor tribal council with the rest of them.
Priya pulled her to the side of the hallway as bodies
pushed past on their way toward the cafeteria. Greta stared
at her, challenging.

“Well”—Priya cleared her throat—“I noticed things have
been a little tense between you and everyone else for a while
now.” By everyone else she meant her minuscule group of
super-important friends, of course.

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