I rode home in the Junk Bucket. Sam tried to tease me; but when he saw how sensitive I was about the subject, he stopped.

We rode the rest of the way home in silence.

Unlike the last time I had been grounded, I was allowed to watch tv asnd stuff. But I mostly stuck to my room anyway; I didn't really want to face my family.

I took a yogurt, a can of root beer, and some grapes to my room. I thought about how gross it would be to eat them all together at once and smiled in spite of myself.

I was in my room, reading "Namedropper," when the phone rang. Sighing, I figured it was one of my ex-clients calling to scold me or something.

I was wrong.

"Hello?" I said.

"Kristy? It's Claud."

I was surprised. "Umm, hi."

"Well," she siad. "I should have called you earlier but I want you to know you're not alone."

"Huh?" I said.

"You're not the only BSC member who has done things she's not supposed to."

I remembered how at the park, Greer had said that Claud was "great at hacky sack." I hadn't thought much about the comment at the time; but now I understood.

I listened to what Claudia had to say with interest.

****a/n: this is the end of this story. i am going to follow it up though; so stay tuned. or whatever.****