Zoe was furious the next morning.
“Why did you let me go home?” Zoe shoved her ugly old bike into the school’s bike rack between Penny’s and Katie’s. “Something cool finally happens and I sleep through it!”
At least she seemed well rested this morning.
“Hush,” Penny said, casting her glance around for potential eavesdroppers. “Stop yelling.”
“Don’t worry,” Katie said, clicking the lock on her bike chain. “Next time you can do it.”
Zoe’s frown lingered for a moment, then quivered a little around the edges. “You ate dirt, huh?”
“Totally,” Katie said. She lifted her hair away from her temple and showed her bruise. “I told my mom I fell out of bed.”
“You should have seen it.” Penny locked her bike next to Zoe’s.
The flow of foot traffic past them was easing as first bell approa
