Normally I would have ignored her. I guess I should have. But I didnât.â
âWhat did she say?â
Jana studied me for a minute, like she was trying to decide if I was really interested. Or maybe she was trying to decide if she wanted to stand there and talk to me when she could have been hanging out with her millions of friends.
âAlicia did some community service at a seniorsâ center,â she said finally. âShe was telling everyone how much she hated it. She said old people were a waste of space. We got in an argument and...â She shook her head. âIâve never slapped anyone before. But she wouldnât stop. Itâs like she thinks if youâre old, youâre useless, and, well, I guess it got to me because my grandma is in the hospital.â
Oh.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âIs she sick?â
âSomeone pushed her down and stole her purse,â she said. âShe hit her headreally hard. Sheâs seventy-five years old.â Her eyes started to fill up with tears again. She wiped at them with the back of her hand. âHere I go again,â she said. âIâm sorry about yesterday. I just wanted to tell you that. And if you ever need help with math or anything, you can ask me.â
She turned then and ran down the hall to the girlsâ bathroom. I watched the door close behind her. I wondered where her grandma lived. I wondered what the chances were.
chapter eight
No way, I told myself. Itâs a big city. It was just a weird coincidence that someone had stolen Janaâs grandmaâs purse.
But I couldnât stop thinking about it.
I watched for Jana in the hall that afternoon, but I didnât see her anywhere. So at the end of the day, I went up to a girl who I knew was a friend of Janaâs and I asked her where Janaâs locker was. The girl looked at me like I was crazyâlike, why was a guy like me even thinking about Jana, letalone looking for her locker? She told me, but the way she said it, she made it sound like it was a waste of her breath and would be a waste of my time to go to Janaâs locker. I told myself that I should forget it. I didnât want to run into that girl again. But I had to find out.
I headed down the hall the girl had told me. Sure enough, there was Jana. There were some other kids in the hall too, taking stuff out of their lockers and putting stuff in. But none of them were anywhere near Jana. I took a deep breath and started toward her.
Jana didnât notice me at first. She was busy putting books into her backpack. I wasnât sure what to say, so I just stood there and watched her. She jumped when she finally turned around and saw me.
âHey, Kaz,â she said. That surprised me. My school is big, but itâs not that big, so I guess it didnât mean anything that she knew my name. But I had never heard her say it before. There was something about a girl like Jana knowing my name and saying it that made me feel good.
âI was thinking about what you said about your grandmother,â I said.
Her cheeks turned pink.
âIâm sorry,â she said. âI told you I didnât like to cry in front of people, and then I burst into tears all over again.â
âYou donât have to keep apologizing,â I said. âWhen people are sad, they cry.â My mom sure did. âItâs natural. Anyway, I was wondering about your grandmother. Is she going to be okay?â
âShe didnât break anything when she fell,â Jana said. Anger flashed in her eyes. âI mean, when she got knocked down. But she hit her head on the sidewalk, so theyâre keeping her in the hospital for observation. They want to make sure that thereâs no permanent damage.â
âDid she see who did it?â I hoped it sounded like a normal question that anyone might ask.
âIâm not sure,â Jana said. âWe went to the
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