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smart and popular—she was always on the honor roll, and she had a million friends. Drew called her The Princess behind her back, partly because her last name was King and her family lived in a big house on Royal avenue, and partly because she seemed so perfect. It was hard to imagine her hitting anyone. But Jonathan was right. You never know about girls. Just because they look sweet, doesn’t mean they act sweet all the time. To be honest, I wanted to laugh knowing that Jana King was in detention for more or less the same reason that I was.
    Mr. Porelli, who was in charge of detentions that day, made all three of us move up to the front of the room where he could keep an eye on what we were doing.
    â€œI’m going to give you a break, people,” he said. “I’m going to let you get a head start on your homework.”
    This was supposed to be a big deal, because a lot of teachers who were in charge of detention made you write an essay about whatever stupid thing had landed you there and what you could have done differently. I hate writing stuff like that—I hate writing anything—mostly because my spelling is pretty bad. So is my handwriting. So I guess it was nice that Mr. Porelli wasn’t making us write anything. But doing homework is just as hard for me as writing an essay, so it wasn’t like he was doing me a huge favor.
    I pulled out my math book and opened it. I did the first part of my math homework okay—it was equations, you know, solving for
x
. I’m not so bad at that. But the second part was harder. My math teacher had assigned ten word problems. The first one went:
John is building a fence around his mother’s garden, which is shaped like an isosceles trapezoid with a square attached to the shortest end. If the sides of thetrapezoid section are 200 m, 500 m and 800 m, and the side length of the square is 200 m, how much fencing does John need?
You can’t believe how much trouble I had just reading and figuring out the questions, never mind trying to find the answer. The more words in the question, the harder it was for me to work out what I was supposed to do. I puzzled over that first question for at least five minutes. Mr. Porelli glanced at me a couple of times, but he didn’t say anything. I could have asked him for help, but I didn’t know him very well and I didn’t know what he knew about me. I don’t like asking people who don’t know about me. I don’t even like asking people who do know, but at least then I don’t have to explain why I’m having trouble.
    Mr. Porelli got up. He said, “I’m going to trust you people to behave yourselves and do your work while I’m out of the room for a few minutes. Don’t disappoint me.”
    He didn’t have to worry about me. Things were bad enough. If I got into trouble while I was already in detention, Idon’t know what my mom would have done. So I kept my eyes on my work. But Jana didn’t keep her eyes on hers.
    â€œThat’s not right,” she said.
    At first I didn’t think she was talking to me. She had never talked to me before. But when I glanced up, I saw that she was looking at my math binder.
    â€œYou’re doing that all wrong,” she said.
    â€œWho asked you?” I said. I hate when people look at what I’m doing. I hate it even more when they tell me I’m wrong—like I don’t know that already.
    â€œYou’re supposed to add five hundred plus eight hundred plus two hundred times four,” she said.
    I stared at her. What was she even talking about? I turned back to my work and pretended I hadn’t heard what she had said.
    â€œFine,” she said. “If you want to get it wrong, be my guest.”
    â€œWhy don’t you just mind your own business?” I said.
    â€œI know how to do math,” she said. “I
tutor
math.”
    â€œBig deal,” I said. I turned sideways in my