Katie Carew shouted. She turned around and stared at Kevin Camilleri. “Stop kicking the seat!” Kevin grinned at Katie. “I didn’t do it. George did.” George Brennan was sitting next to Kevin on the school bus. The kids in class 3A were on their way to the Cherrydale Museum of Natural History for a field trip. “It wasn’t me,” George assured Katie. “It must have been a ghost,” Kevin joked. Katie sighed. “I don’t care who it was. Just stop kicking.” As Katie turned back around in her seat, one of her best friends, Suzanne Lock, let out a yelp. “George, keep your disgusting hands off my ponytail!” she shouted. “It took me hours to get it right. You’re going to ruin it.” “You mean you meant for it to look like that?” George asked. Suzanne looked at Katie. “Boys!” she huffed. “They’re all pains in the neck.” “Jeremy’s not a pain,” Katie pointed out. Suzanne rolled her eyes. “He’s your friend, Katie. Not mine.” It was true. Jeremy Fox was Katie’s other best friend.
