Ivy grinned and rolled her eyes. ‘I’m just glad they’re in a higher grade than us, so I won’t have to avert my eyes five times a day!’
‘Oh, hush,’ Olivia said, giving Ivy a nudge. ‘You know you’re a romantic at heart!’
Ivy was still laughing as she stepped on to the bus . . . then stopped. Wait a minute.
No one was making space for her! Every seat in front of her was full – and no one was leaping up to give up their seat, the way they had every day so far. What’s going on? she wondered.
Brendan snickered and nudged her shoulder. ‘Doesn’t it feel great to be invisible again?’
Ivy blinked. She looked around with a new perspective. ‘You know what, it really does!’
She grabbed a handrail and held on as the bus pulled away from Franklin Grove High. All around, other students were shouting and throwing things at each other. A screwed-up ball of paper accidentally hit Ivy on the cheek. She froze, waiting . . .
. . . And no one apologised!
As the bus drove down the road, Ivy touched the spot on her cheek where the ball of paper had hit her, and she smiled.
She’d never been happier in her life.