Maeve isn't sure that's true either. She's stuck at a bloody orphanage, which she's sure the kids at her new school will be well aware of, some other bullshit for them to try and use against her. And she doesn't anticipate suddenly being open and friendly with everyone she meets. Not when she knows how much most people suck.

So she'll probably still just be Maeve Wiley. Maybe not cockbiter this time, but still poor. Still alone.

"Those boots are cool," she says instead, just as she spots a short black skirt made of corduroy.