1 Jill walked slowly to the school bus stop where four other kids were already standing. She was headed for another long, confusing day of sixth grade at her new middle school. After waiting at the same bus stop for the past week, she knew only two of their names. Kaitlyn was the tall seventh grader. Peter was the boy with curly hair—who was winking at her? No, he was just rubbing his eye, so he must have had dust or something in it.