“Do you mind if we come eat outside with you, then?”

Laurel was quiet as she listened to the beginning of the lecture on phyla. “That would be nice,” she finally whispered back.

When the bell rang, David said, “I’ll meet you out there. I’ll just go tell the others so they can come if they want.”

By the time lunch was over, Laurel remembered at least half of the kids’ names and had managed to join in several of the conversations. Chelsea and David went with her to her next class and it felt natural to walk with them. When David made a joke about Mr. James, Laurel’s laugh echoed through the halls. After only three days, the school was beginning to be more familiar; she didn’t feel as lost, and even the crush of people that had been so overwhelming on Monday wasn’t quite so bad today. For the first time since leaving Orick, Laurel felt like she belonged.

Chapter 3

THE NEXT FEW WEEKS OF SCHOOL FLEW BY FASTER THAN Laurel would ever have imagined after those first awkward days. She felt lucky that she’d met David; they hung out often at school, and she shared a class with Chelsea too.

She never ate lunch alone and felt like she had gotten to the point where she could call Chelsea and David her friends. And the classes were okay. It was different to be expected to learn at the same speed as everyone else, but Laurel was getting used to it.

She was also getting used to Crescent City. It was bigger than Orick, of course, but there was still plenty of open space and none of the buildings were more than about two stories high. Tall pine and broad-leafed trees grew everywhere, even in front of the grocery store. The grass on the lawns was thick and green, and flowers blossomed on the vines that crawled over most of the buildings.

One Friday in September, Laurel ran right into David as she ducked through the doorway of her Spanish class, her last class of the day.

“Sorry,” David apologized, steadying her with a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention.”

Laurel met David’s eyes. She smiled shyly, until she realized she was standing in his way.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Laurel said, moving away from the doorway.

“Um, actually, I was…I was looking for you.”

He seemed nervous. “Okay. I just have to…” She held up her book. “I need to put this in my locker.”

They walked to Laurel’s locker, where she stowed her Spanish book, then she looked expectantly at David.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to, maybe, hang out with me this afternoon?”

Her smile remained on her face, but she felt nerves settle into her stomach. So far their friendship had been confined completely to school; Laurel suddenly realized she wasn’t entirely sure what David liked to do when he wasn’t eating lunch or taking notes. But the possibility of finding out held sudden appeal.

“What are you doing?”

“There’re some woods behind my house—since you like to be outdoors, I thought we could go for a walk. There’s this really cool tree there that I thought you might like to see. Well, two trees, actually, but—you’ll understand when you see it. If you want to, I mean.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

Laurel smiled. “Sure.”

“Great.” He looked down the hall toward the back doors. “It’s easier if we go out the back way.”

Laurel followed David through the crowded hallway and out into the brisk September air. The sun was struggling to break through the fog, and the air was chilly and heavy with humidity.

The wind blew in from the west, bringing the salty tang of the ocean with it, and Laurel breathed deeply, enjoying the fall air as they entered a quiet subdivision about half a mile south of Laurel’s house. “So you live with your mom?” she asked.

“Yep. My dad split when I was nine. So my mom finished up school and came here.”

“What does she do?”

“She’s a pharmacist down at the Medicine Shoppe.”

“Oh.” Laurel laughed. “That’s ironic.”

“Why?”

“My mom’s a master naturopath.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s someone who basically makes all their medicine out of herbs. She even grows a bunch of her own stuff. I’ve never had any drugs, not even Tylenol.”

David stared. “You’re kidding me!”

“Nope. My mom makes stuff that we use instead.”

“My mom would freak. She thinks there’s a pill for everything.”

“My mom thinks doctors are out to kill you.”

“I think both our moms could learn something from each other.”

Laurel laughed. “Probably.”

“So your mom never goes to the doctor?”

“Never.”

“So were you, like, born at home?”

“I was adopted.”

“Oh yeah?” He was quiet for a few moments. “Do you know who your real parents are?”

Laurel snorted. “Nope.”

“Why is that funny?”

Laurel bit her lip. “Promise not to laugh?”

David raised his hand in mock seriousness. “I swear.”

“Someone put me in a basket on my parents’ doorstep.”

“No way! You’re totally messing with me.”

Laurel raised an eyebrow at him.

David gaped. “Honest?”