“Why do you even care?” I said. And I really wanted to know. I really wanted to understand why someone who seemed to hate me so much cared about where I went after school. Greta’s smile slipped for a second, then she turned away. The bus rounded the corner and we both looked over to see it swing its great yellow body onto our street. Greta turned back to me and stuck her chin up. “I don’t,” she said.
