That I never really put on the calendar.
âIs everything all right, Jem?â Mom asked as we packed up and left the doctorâs office.
Yes, I nodded. Fine. Based on what the doctor had said, I wasnât sure at all that Iâd be able to fix the Period Predictor. It was good to know where I went wrong, but itâs another thing altogether to know how to fix it.
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Seventeen
Dear PLS,
OK, so thanks for answering my letter. But I canât thank you for helping me. The conceited, mean girl whoâs bothering me wonât stop. I sometimes donât even want to get up in the morning, knowing Iâll see her and sheâll say something. And I canât/wonât do the stuff you suggestâtelling an adult and asking my friends to stick with me. Iâm independent and I donât want to be a crybaby.
I canât tell my friends because I donât want them to know Iâm flunking almost every class. Iâm desperately afraid you-know-who will tell the whole school. I soooooooooo wish she hadnât found out in the first place. Our very good taste in backpacks is to blame. Both our bags are made of Italian leatherâmine is cerulean blue and hers is sort of a sky blue and we got them mixed up. I took hers and found it filled with high-priced cosmetics and a flat iron. She took mine and apparently rifled through everything, including all the failing test papers crumpled in the bottom.
Sheâs still mad at me for something that happened months ago. OMG, how she loves knowing this secret about me. Sometimes itâs less about what she says and more about how she looks at me. Like when a teacher says, âDoes anyone have any questions?â she looks right at me, like sheâs saying âDonât you have any questions?â
Until now, Iâd hidden it perfectly. When test papers were returned, I usually just folded them in half really fast and plunged them into my backpack. There are more in there now than ever before because I have kind of stopped trying. Once the school told my parents that Iâd have to repeat eighth grade, what was the point? I donât even know if Iâll be allowed to go on the eighth-grade trip. Itâs supposed to be a celebration, right? And what do I have to celebrate?
I started telling people Iâm going to a high school outside of our school district. It will buy me some time. Then I figure I can tell them I transferred back in. What I really hope is that somehow I can repeat eighth grade and be miraculously placed in tenth grade the next year. Or maybe thereâs some summer school solution no oneâs thought of. It could happen. Well, Iâm hoping it can.
Signed,
Student F
It was a sign of how bad Taylorâs situation was that even I felt sorry for her. If you had told me six months ago that Iâd be trying hard to think of ways to help Taylor Mayweather, I would have told you that you were crazy.
âJust goes to show,â Kate said. âNo matter how well you have people figured out, you never know whatâs going on in their real lives.â
âWhat a witch,â Piper said.
âWhich one?â I said sarcastically.
âThe bully, of course, Jem,â Kate said.
âI donât exactly love Taylor,â Piper said. âNot after what she did to the PLS. But youâve got to feel bad for her.â
âImagine what it would feel like to be flunking eighth grade,â Kate said. âBut I was always a little angry that she didnât get punished for hacking into the PLS site.â
âI was really angry and still am, if I let myself think about it long enough,â I said.
âExactement!â Piper said.
âIf that means âexactlyâ in French, I agree. Who else completely tears people apart and gets away with it?â I said.
Taylor had admitted hacking into our site and making rude comments. She said people who wrote in to us were
S. Ravynheart, S.A. Archer
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood