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Then I’m going to university in Toronto, and I’ll never have
to deal with all this again.” She waved her hand to encompass
the whole school.
So Priya was doing a countdown of her own. Greta didn’t
know what to say without saying too much. “I should go.
My brother’s waiting.”
“Okay. Why don’t you give me your number? I’ll text you,
and you can text me back if you ever want to talk.”

Slim chance of that. Greta wasn’t sure anything she
put in writing wouldn’t be forwarded to every phone in the
school. Still, she told Priya the number and watched her add
it to her contact list. Why not? Rachel and Dylan already
had it.
“Okay.” The phone might get disconnected anyway,
unless Roger had continued paying the bill. “See you.” Greta

turned and walked away before it got any more twilight zone.
She watched Priya during lunch, sitting beside Rachel,
teasing Matt about something. Was she for real? Funny that
when she wanted to, Priya knew just where to find her. Angus
had probably said something about being in the same class.
It wasn’t that Greta had outsmarted them, crouching behind
the ficus tree and taking back hallways; they just didn’t care.
It could all be much worse. Nobody harassed her online,
telling her to kill herself, or beat her up in the girls’ bath-

room. She’d had her fifteen minutes of fame, and then things
got quiet. Like, invisible-quiet.
Ash followed her eyes to them. Dylan wrestled with
Chloe when she tried to shove a french fry up his nose,

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