As I was walking home from school with my friends, Sabrina was getting on the bus. She was with Brenda and Stover, and they were all talking to each other. They saw Mrs. Cager, the bus driver, and her huge dog cage that sat on the seat right beside her. Its purpose was to lock the bad kids up inside it. If you got locked in that cage, you would stay in there for the whole ride. It would not be a pleasant day for you.

Anyway, Sabrina said, "So, Stover. I didn't know you had a nickname. Do you want us to call you Clover or Stover from now on?" Stover replied, "Either one is fine with me. If you like Stover, call me Stover. If you like Clover, call me Clover. Whichever one you like is all right."

Brenda chimed in and said, "I like Stover better. It's more correct, and it's your real name. It isn't about your plant obsession, either." Brenda was being a little mean, but since she mentioned his plant obsession, Stover blushed. "I guess it's sort of funny that I love plants so much," he said.

Sabrina said, "I don't think it's funny. I think it's great! I love plants, too! Whatever you like, we like. Right, Brenda?"

"Right," said Brenda. "It's cool," she added. I knew she didn't mean it, though.

Brenda didn't seem as enthusiastic about Stover's plant obsession (or Stover himself) as Sabrina was, but she didn't care. Sabrina was calling him Clover, no matter what anyone else said.

Did Stover (or Clover) even notice? Brenda was already off the bus.

Sabrina was going to find out.

This was her stop.