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It was a bleak, grey day in Inglewood. In this dry climate, a really rainy day was rare—but nonetheless, a rainy day had come, and with gusto.

The raindrops splashed enthusiastically against the windshield, eager to soak any hapless victim who might dare to step outside. The car ploughed through an enormous puddle of water and came to rest against the curb—which sadly was a considerable distance from the steps up to the school, a large sandstone structure labelled Inglewood Junior High.

Her mom frowned and fussed. “I wish I could get you closer, Terra. Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Her usually cheerful face was crunched up into an expression of concern. She peered out the window at the rain clouds.

“Definitely not!” In her nervousness, Terra Michelle Morrison spoke too loudly.

Realizing her mom looked a little hurt, Terra sighed. But after all, bringing her mother along on the first day of school would really not help her chances of making a decent first impression. “I can handle it, Mom,” she said, in a conciliatory tone. She fiddled with the buttons on her blouse. Maybe she should have worn a T-shirt.

“Should I write you a note saying it’s my fault you’re late on your first day of school?” her mother asked, turning up the windshield wipers. “But we did have to wait around for the renovator to arrive. You’ll meet him later. It was such a rush this morning. You want a note?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Terra said, grasping the door handle. She knew she’d better get going, before her mom changed her mind and decided to come in after all.

“I wish you’d worn your boots, Terra. Your feet are going to get wet.”

“Mom, really. I’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”

If her mother had had her way, Terra would have arrived at the new school clad in the bright yellow rain slicker and boots that made her look like an overgrown duck. Instead, she’d just look like a drowned rat.

“Isn’t Calgary supposed to have a dry climate?” she muttered to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she turned the handle and jumped out into the rain. “Bye, Mom!” she shouted, then slammed the door and began the hundred metre dash. But she ran carefully, watching her footing. She didn’t want to start her new school year face-down in the mud.

Just as she reached the bottom step, she heard some thunderous thumps right behind her. “Incoming!” a male voice called out, just before he landed smack in a huge puddle, splashing her ankles with cold water.

“Oh, that’s just great.”

“Sorry!” he yelled cheerfully. Terra caught a glimpse of a rather mischievous grin, as a tall boy waved and dashed past her up the steps into the school.

Startled, she paused just a moment. However, the water running down her neck reminded her to get moving.

She glanced back at her mother, who was waiting in the car—her neck craned anxiously as her hand frantically waved goodbye, as if the extra energy expended would be transferred into some sort of good luck.

With a forced smile, Terra waved back dutifully, then yanked open the heavy metal door leading into the school.

The hallway in front of her was completely empty. Pausing, she took a moment to wring out the ends of her very wet hair. Then she deliberately squished her running shoes on the floor. “Okay, maybe I’m doing a duck impression after all,” she thought to herself, grinning ruefully.

She heard a sound behind her and turned around quickly. Three perfectly coiffed girls stood in the hallway, staring at her, rather as one might look at an alien. Or at a large duck in the middle of a school hallway.

“Um,” Terra began. She thought she might ask them for directions to the school office.

To her surprise and discomfort, the girls all started to giggle. With a toss of their lovely heads, they set off down the hall.

“I was wondering . . .” Terra called out, dripping on the floor. The girls giggled louder and disappeared around the corner.

“Oh, this is going to be just great,” she muttered and squished two more times, for effect. Or maybe she was stalling for time.

“Excuse me, young lady,” said a deep voice behind her. A tall, thin man with small round wire glasses was frowning at her, his gaze alternating between her face and the puddle gathering at her feet.

“Why aren’t you in class?” His voice sounded accusing.

“It’s my first day,” she told him. She attempted a friendly smile.

He appeared to ignore that and raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that an excuse?”

“Um,” said Terra. It really was a decent excuse, wasn’t it?

“I mean, I need to go to the main office first.” She was a bit breathless, unnerved by the frown on this grim man. “But I don’t know where it is.”

“Ah,” he nodded curtly. “This way, then.” He turned on his heel and beckoned for her to follow. Terra scampered after him as he strode down the hall. Her wet running shoes made little squishing sounds that seemed to echo through the corridors.

He turned and frowned at her, his bushy eyebrows drawn together. “I’m the vice-principal, Mr. Brenner. I hope you’re serious about school. At Inglewood Junior High, we take academics seriously. It’s no walk in the park.”

She blinked at him. “Okay. Um. Yes . . .” She could still feel water dripping down the back of her neck. “So . . . is the office near here?”

With a curt nod, he pointed to a sign marked “Office”. “Just in there.” With a squeak of his heel on the waxed floor, he disappeared around a corner.

Somebody had taken a pen and written a big “P” on the sign hanging outside the office, so that it now really said “Poffice”.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Terra thought to herself, perplexed. After all, if someone’s going to take the trouble to vandalize something, shouldn’t the result at least make some sort of sense? What kind of word is poffice?

Terra shook her head then pushed open the heavy door.

“Students, you have a new classmate,” said Mr. VanderVelde, a tall bearded man with a kind, earnest expression. “Her name is Terra Morrison. Everyone say hello to her.”

A roomful of Grade Nine students stared at her. No one said anything.

That’s just great, Terra thought irritably.

She smiled weakly, nodding her still-damp head. She had a queasy feeling in her stomach, and she wished the floor would swallow her up.

“Uh hum.” Mr. VanderVelde cleared his throat. “Well, Terra, please take a seat, and we’ll get on with today’s math lesson.” He quickly scribbled basic formulas on the chalkboard, the short piece of chalk squeaking painfully with each stroke.

Terra slid into her seat and looked at the etchings on the desk in front of her, as the other kids alternately stared directly at her or shot covert glances her way, depending on where they were sitting. Terra sighed and started to copy the assignment down as the teacher wrote it on the board.

Bang! She felt a shudder go through her whole desk. Then a few seconds later, Bang! She turned around to see a dark-haired girl behind her leaning back in her chair, nonchalantly swinging her leg and loudly chewing her gum. Every now and then, she’d deliberately smack it for extra effect.

Terra smiled tentatively.

But the girl only smacked her gum and looked away.

Terra sighed again and continued the assignment.

In the hallway after class, Terra knelt on the floor, trying to arrange her books in her new locker. It smelled strongly of disinfectant, and the hinges squeaked loudly when she opened the door.

Suddenly a large shadow fell over her. She looked up to see a group of girls standing close around her.

They stared at her, and for a moment, no one said anything.

“Um, hi?” offered Terra tentatively. She squinted up at them, since the sun was bright in the window behind them.

They just looked at her. Finally, a tall, heavy-set blonde girl spoke. “You’re new here, right?”

“Yeah.”

Terra blinked at them, tried another smile. No response.

“Where’d you get that shirt?”

Terra glanced down at the button-up cotton shirt she was wearing. “I guess my mother bought it for me.”

“Oh. Your MOTHER.” They all laughed, as if it were uproariously funny. “Hey, Joyce,” said one of the girls, “her mother bought it for her.”

“Yeah,” said Joyce. “I heard.”

Everyone stopped laughing.

“Thing is, it’s blue.”

“What?” asked Terra, stupefied.

“Well, nobody wears blue, unless we allow it.”

Terra frowned at them. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Oh, no, we’re not kidding. If you want to wear blue, you’ve got to have our permission. Pay us a fee.”

“What?” Terra felt like she was in some sort of weird after-school TV special. “That’s crazy.”

Joyce nodded and smiled. “Yeah, so we’re crazy. But if you wear blue again, be prepared to fork over a payment.”

Terra opened her mouth, searching for some appropriate retort. But just then, the bell rang, and the girls around her disappeared. Shaken, she dropped her books in her locker and went looking for biology class.

She slid into a seat at a table. The walls of the room were covered with diagrams of the inside of a variety of animals, including a very large frog. There was a poster of a human without skin, showing off the muscles. Terra grimaced. There was a slight chemical scent in the air.

A large plastic skeleton dangled just a few feet from Terra, grinning maniacally at her. She was just considering moving a little further away when a tall boy with wavy brown hair and mischievous eyes burst into the room.

It was the puddle-thumper!

“Hey!” he stopped suddenly and smiled at her. Then he turned and yelled to the room. “I’m going to sit beside the new girl!” He slid into the seat beside her. “How ya doing?”

“Well, fine,” Terra replied cautiously.

“You’re new at the school, right?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, it’s my first day. We just moved here.”

Just then vice-principal Brenner, who apparently also taught biology, started to outline the day’s lesson, and the class fell silent.

But her seatmate leaned over and stuck out his hand. “I’m Glenn,” he said.

“Terra. Hi,” she replied, putting out her own hand for a brief, awkward handshake.

Mr. Brenner frowned at them.

But Glenn just grinned. He waited until the teacher resumed writing on the blackboard and leaned over to whisper, “Welcome, Terra.”

Dear Diary:

I don’t really like my new school. I don’t know anybody. Worse yet, there seem to be some strange mean girls. Otherwise, it feels like everyone is either staring at me or ignoring me. I don’t know which is worse.

The courses seem okay. I wish gym wasn’t mandatory, but I also got to sign up for art and music, so that’s not too bad.

I met a cute boy named Glenn, and at least he talked to me.

Mom seems worried that it will be hard for me to make friends in this new place. Is she feeling guilty, or does she think no one would want to be my friend?

I got a letter from my friend Lisa in Ottawa today. She says she misses me. I miss her too.