Ann read as she and Darby left their second class together. Darby waited for Ann to look up so that she could ask her about her horses. “Your schedule is just like mine, except that I have art instead of Creative—wait, are you an athlete?” Darby’s response was slow, because she’d just noticed the students around her weren’t streaming toward their next classes. “Not really,” Darby said. A few kids gathered in groups. Others sauntered across the green lawns, but most rushed toward metal carts that were quickly surrounded. “But you have Sports P.E.” Ann gestured at the schedule. “That’s what I had, with Megan and the rest of the soccer team, and swim team, and—” “Swim team? I used to be in Swim Club competitions at home,” Darby said. Her mother had filled out the school transfer paperwork before Darby had left home. Darby wasn’t sure if she was grateful or irritated that her mother had put her in Sports P.E., but she knew she was confused by all the idle students around her.
