My feet take me to my classes, which I enter without looking at anyone. I sit down and stare at my desk all afternoon. No one says a word to me, but I swear I can feel all those eyes drilling into me, and I imagine they are all thinking what Karyn is thinking—that it’s all my fault that Stassi is in the hospital. And they’re right. It is all my fault. None of my teachers call on me, not even Mr. M, who always picks on me, even though he knows the chances I will have the right answer are, at best, about five percent. I don’t bother to go to my locker after the last class. Homework is the last thing on my mind. My mom is waiting for me outside the school. I can tell by her face that she’s heard the news, and she can tell the same thing from mine. But she doesn’t say anything until I’m in the front seat beside her. Then she says, “Oh, Kenzie, I’m so sorry.” She reaches over and wraps me in her arms. I start to cry. “I want to see her,” I say. “I don’t know if she’s allowed to have visitors,”
