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A seriousness fell across Lozen’s face, and she nodded.
“Yeah, we’ll see. Where do you live on the island?”
The bell for class rang.
“I don’t know,” Saber said, “off, like, Miller Road? I literally don’t know my address yet.”
“Wow, ok.” Lozen held her phone out to Saber. “Send yourself a text. Maybe we can hang out this weekend.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Saber said, taking the offered phone.
She typed her number in and sent a single smiley-face emoji.
“Ididget invited to a party, at this girl Elise’s house…?”
“Ew, no, no, no, no way,” Lozen said. “Look, I don’t want to talk shit, but I would not hang out with them. They’re shady.”
“What do you mean ‘shady’?”
“Like,” Lozen sighed. “I don’t know, I don’t want to run my mouth, but I don’t hang out with them.”
“Like, they get fucked up?”
Lozen snorted with laughter.
“No, Saber,Iget fucked up, don’t get confused.”
They both laughed, like they were already good friends sharing a moment.
“So what is it about them that’s so shady? You have to tell me!”
“I don’t know,” Lozen said. “Don’t worry about it. We’re late for class.”
“And you’re trying to be valedictorian.”
“Exactly.”
4
As the next two weeks progressed, a couple of things happened.
First, Saber realized that her high school back home was woefully inadequate compared to Bainbridge. The classes were advanced, likeactuallyadvanced, and while school had always been easy for her before, she realized she would have to actually study at her new school if she wanted to keep her high-B average.
Also, like Lozen had said, it did seem like nearly everyone played some type of sport. Even the pot-smoking hippie-types loved hiking or biking. Lots of them, she learned, hung out at the gym after school, which utterly confounded her, or organized trips to the nearby national park to go on long, excruciating hikes.
“Seattle has some of the worst weather, and the most outdoorsy people.”
Her dad tried to explain all of this as they sat across from each other at a Mexican restaurant downtown, Saber picking at her food.
“Maybe when in Rome, do as the Romans? Pick up a sport?”
“Yes, ok, I’ll do that,” Saber said. “What do you suggest? Sailing? Lacrosse? Maybe you’ll buy me a horse and I can do dressage?”
“Come on, Saber, don’t be sarcastic. What were your extracurriculars back home? Do youwantme to buy you a horse?”
“All I did back home was go to the beach and paint.”
“Painting isn’t an extracurricular.”
