controlling. Do you even know how many people heâssuspended in the three weeks since he took over?â
âHow many?â
âOver forty.â
âSome of the people who were suspended should have been suspended. Did you like kids hassling other students in the halls? Do you think there should be fights in the cafeteria? Did you like the gang down by the bridge? Do you really think there
should
be drinking and fighting at school dances?â
âI guess that answers the question about whose side youâre on.â
âIâm just saying that some of the things heâs done have made the school better... safer...calmer.â
âYou donât understand.â
There was that tone again.
âSome things are worth fighting for,â she said.
âAnd school dances are one of those things?â
âNot being told what we can and cannot do is one of them,â she argued.
âItâs a school. Most of what happens here is about being told what to do. This isnât a democracy.â
She let out a little scream, and I startled as people walking by all turned and stared.
âNow youâre quoting him. Thatâs just sick. Is he your hero?â
âNow youâre just being stupid.â
Although he
had
been like a hero out there on the bridge that first day. All he needed was a cape to go along with the baseball bat. What was wrong with him taking care of business?
âIâm not going to stand for it,â Julia said.
âAnd what exactly does that mean?â
âIâm going to...going to...I donât really know.â
I almost laughed but thought better of it.
âDo you have any ideas?â she asked.
Now I did laugh. âMe? What makes you think I want to get involved in any of this?â
âBecause youâre my friend. Besides, wasnât I right there when you organized the boycott of Frankieâs Fastââ
She stopped mid-sentence, and a smile started to form on her face, getting bigger and more smug-looking.
âThatâs it,â she said. âIâm going to do what you did with Frankieâs.â
âYouâre going to organize a boycott of a dance that isnât happening?â
âDonât be stupid. Iâm going to organize a boycott of school.â
chapter nine
I double-clicked on the MSN icon, and the screen opened up. I started to enter my password, typing in the first three letters of my dog Shadowâs name, before I remembered that that wasnât my password anymore.
Iâd read that pet names were the first thing people tried when they wanted to get into your e-mail, so I figured I should change it. Yeah, like my Hotmail account was important enough for somebody totry to hack into. Whole groups of spies, terrorists and international criminals were trying to find out who I was talking to.
Regardless I had changed it to something nobody would ever guess. I typed it in:
Jâuâlâiâa
. I figured nobody would ever figure that one out. I certainly hoped that Julia or Oswald would never know.
I hit Enter and scrolled down to my contact list. Julia wasnât online, but Oswald was.
hey Oz
, I typed.
what u doing?
he replied.
homework. u?
nm
That was code for nothing much.
has j been on line?
I asked.
nope...you seen her Facebook event?
she created an event?
I asked.
sheâs doing a school boycott event,
he replied.
Iâd hoped that sheâd just forget about that whole idea. Although, knowing Julia the way I did, I didnât think that was too likely.
she also wrote about Roberts in the event description
, Oz wrote.
what did she publish?
I asked.
she let him have it...she hates him!
I felt a tingle go up my spine. What exactly had she written? I had to look.
gtg...see u
l8r
, I typed, and then I clicked off the page.
I minimized my MSN and logged onto Facebook. There was an invite to Juliaâs boycott. I clicked on her