Laura settled herself into her desk and sank down in the chair, trying hard not to be seen. She casually flicked her hair across her face, hiding her startling green eyes, and scrunched her shoulders down into her baggy sweatshirt.

Her gaze flickered briefly around the room before landing on the window, and she settled in for the period, when she felt a sharp poke. “Psst! Lana!”

“Laura!” It was a reflex. Immediately she sank back into her cocoon. But the girl next to her, Maria, would not give up. “Whatever. Ben and Randy -” she pointed out two of the boys farther up, “are totally looking at you!”

She peered up through her bangs, and sure enough, the two boys’ heads immediately whipped back around.

Laura’s attention drifted away. This was her fifth school in eight years, there was no way she was going to get involved with some stupid junior high boy. They changed locations like other people changed clothes; whenever the mood struck her mom, they were off again.

Who knew how long they’d stay this time?