“Jenny, is this how I factor this out?”      Jenny leaned over Anya’s shoulder and frowned. “Not quite. Remember when you multiply two negative numbers together, you get a positive.”      “Oh yeah! Thanks, Jen!”      Jenny usually had to help her friends with their homework. The two girls were close friends. Jenny didn’t have a lot of friends, but the few ones she did have stuck to her like glue. “So when is your mom going to let you have the keys, Anya?” Jenny asked.      “Ugh, probably never. I passed my test, but my mom loves that car. She’ll never trust me with it,” Anya said, “But what about you? How are you doing behind the wheel?”      Jenny looked up from her work and stared out into the school parking lot. Other teens she knew were already driving, Anya included, but Jenny was younger than most of the kids in her grade. She still had to wait months before she could take her driving test. She sighed. “I’m doing ok. My dad makes me learn in this old clunker. It’s got a clutch and everything." Jenny rolled her eyes. "He says if I can drive a standard, I can drive anything.”      “Don’t worry, Jen, you’ll ace that test. You’ll be driving in no time,” Anya smiled.      “I hope so. Come on, here’s our bus,” Jenny threw her books into her bag and stood up.