"By the way," Arabella said, "you might get a call from school. I forgot to mention it before." Mother paused. "Why?" "Well, we were playing basketball and I guess I pulled on Diego's jersey. I don't even remember doing it. And Valerie decided it would be a good idea to snitch on me. I mean, I saw her walk over to the coach and pull on his sleeve like she was five or something. I even asked Diego if he cared, and he said he didn't even notice. It's a sport! I was into it." "Aha," Mother said. "Get to the call-from-school part." "I told her that snitches get stitches. And Coach said that I made a terrorist threat." "That's stupid," Lina said, pushing back her dark hair. "It's not a threat, it's just a thing people say." "Snitches do get stitches." Bern shrugged. "Your school is stupid," Grandma Frida said. "So he said I had to apologize and I refused, since she snitched on me, so I got sent to the office. I'm not in trouble, but they want to move me to third-period PE now." Well, it could've been worse. At least she didn't hurt anybody."