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Hey jackle!! Here I am, just as promised!!
So let me start by saying that this was very interesting and the events really are helping moving the story along, which is a good sign, a very good sign.
I have to point out that some parts had some awkward wording, you know what I mean, some sentences really just confused me and I found myself having to read it over again to get the gist of it, then figure out its meaning on my own.

Ze embraced Brad in a friendly way but it still confused the grade eighter. I don't know if that's how you learned to writer an "eighth grader", or a "grade eight", but I've experienced wording with other dialects of English and grade eighter just doesn't sound right, it would sound better as "eighth grader" or "grade eight".

“I know what I saw,” I insisted. “This thing was huge.”
“How huge?”
“At least this tall,” I held my hand level with my shoulder. “But it was probably taller. I only saw it from a distance.”
“Bullshit.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Lauren asked as we reached our table in the only-just shade of a dying tree.
“Nothing,” we said in unison. Zeda and I exchanged a look and grinned. We were like that, keeping stuff to ourselves. It wasn’t that we couldn’t tell the others, we just liked having our own secrets.
Phoebe rolled her eyes. “You two.”
“I don’t believe you,” Zeda carried on. They wouldn’t guess what we were talking about.
“I’m telling the truth,” I stressed. ‘You just gotta trust me.”
“Trust you? Ha-ha,” Zeda mock-laughed. “You can’t pull that one on me again.”
I sighed. “Now I know how the boy who cried wolf felt.”
“Hey, Emm-aaah!” Phil called as he walked by with his cronies. “Call me, babe!”
Emma blushed and ducked her head. One of Phil’s friends - the quiet one, Mark, I think his name was – gave me a shy smile. I smiled back and Zeda giggled.
“Kasia and Mark sitting in a tree-”
“Zeda, you are so immature,” Emma griped. “If Kasia likes Mark that’s her business.”
“I don’t–”
“Sure,” Lauren teased.
“I think you two would make a cute couple,” Phoebe wasn’t teasing as she watched Phil, Mark and the rest spray water at each other from the bubblers.
“And I think you guys should leave me alone before I bash your heads in,” I smiled, which was threatening in a way. They all shut up.
“Wanna walk around?” Zeda asked. This entire conversation between so many people is confusing. Also, none of the people talking with her are described in appearance and manner or introduced properly of their relationship with Kasia. It's too vague and the reader cannot picture the scene because of the lack of description, although the dialogue is realistic and very interesting.

The entire part about her returning home and meeting Russell and not seeing her mom or sister is very fast and...what's the word? Um... well, I can't think of another way to say it other than that you're sort of skimming over what's happening. It gives the reader a sense that the author doesn't want to write when that's the exact opposite of what we want to do because authors want to show people how great they write; that's why we write.

Continuing to my room, I felt the urge to go for a run. The bush spread out behind the back fence and was all too inviting but then I noticed something that shouldn’t be.
A black shape. It moved through the undergrowth, stopping now and again. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought it was the wolf. I didn’t know if I should report it, people might be in danger, but no one would believe its gargantuan size. I turned to my desk and began my homework, pondering on the things I could say to the council or whoever. Usually I wouldn’t bother with homework, but we’re learning about genetics in science and I was pretty interested.
But I was too distracted to do homework so I went back to the window and received a huge fright. The monstrous black wolf was sitting in my backyard staring at me. I stumbled back onto my bed, adrenalin pulsing through my veins. Add more description; maybe have her breathing hard in a panic or gripping the sheets from the shock or something along those lines. I should’ve gone down stairs and made sure all the doors and windows were closed and locked but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I crawled back to the window and peeked over the sill. The wolf was gone, and again I wondered if I was mad. Right here, I liked how you described her disbelief and skeptical view of whether or not she's actually seeing things or if she's right. Although, again, it's a little too fast and doesn't give us much to think about when she dismisses it so quickly.

The beginning of chapter three is sort of blank and plain, in my opinion. She's not doing anything, but why wouldn't she be thinking of the wolf and, if she's a human, she would have made some ridiculous conclusion that the wolf probably took her mom even when it seems like an unlikely situation. You have to give us something, though.

Another thing I want to point out is that the character is still a stranger and we're already in the third chapter. It's important that the reader knows who they're reading about and can connect or are at least intrigued by what the MC does and thinks or else they lose interest and stop reading. A way to solve this is by putting in small phrases after she speaks about her opinion, although you do have some of that it's not enough to really know who Kasia is. We know she likes to run, she hates her family, she's freaked out by the wolf, and her school is lame. That describes what so many people would be like or are like that Kasia really isn't that interesting or that great. When writing, it's important that the reader loves the MC or at least has some type of passionate emotion towards them or else the story isn't very successful.

This chapter and that little part of the next have great material, it's just a little rough around the edges. I hope my review is helpful and PM when you have the next part or have any questions about what I've said. Good luck!!
-dianne