would have had to beg her father to pack up and move back to the Serengeti in Africa where no one could find her, especially the Queens of Mean.
What did Charlotteâs father always say? âNever put anything down on paper that you wouldnât want made public.â Now she knew just what he meant. Itâs easy to write something down, but itâs not as easy to erase it if you change your mind.
Avery mouthed a genuine Iâm sorry to Charlotte, and when Charlotte smiled at her, they both knew that whatever weirdness had been between them was gone. âIâm kind of glad Ms. Ciara caught Joline with that note,â Avery whispered. âI bet Ms. C knew it wasnât really my fault. Sheâs cool like that. Are you okay now?â
Charlotte gave her a thumbs-up. âIâm fine,â she assuredAvery. Charlotte was not one to hold a grudge.
Crossing the Line
The bell rang, and the class swept out into the hall, still raving about the dance demonstration. The girls were enthralled with Sarahâs swishy skirt, her rhinestone ankle strap shoes, and those fantastic lifts, while Riley kept talking about the great rhythms of Count Basieâs orchestra.
Dillon Johnson dismissed the dance talk as unimportant. âHey, people, youâre missing the whole point. The best thing about Spirit Week is these short classes. You hear me? S-h-o-r-t. As in, we have more time to do other things, more important things, like planning the sports events and doing stuff outdoors. Do you realize how much time we spend being cooped up inside at school day after day? We have to cram it all into this one week when weâre actually allowed to have fun.â
Dillonâs cranky tirade was starting to get on his classmatesâ nerves. âChill, Dillon,â the always chill Nick Montoya advised him. âSpirit Week is great, but you gotta relax, man.â
âWhatever, peeps. Iâm just sayingâ¦â
âWe got it, Dillon.â Avery snickered, rolling her eyes. Avery was all for getting the most out of Spirit Week, but Dillon was being ridiculous. âYou should have your own talk show or something,â she suggested. âYa know, talk show hosts are all about opinions, and youâve obviously got a lot of those.â
Dillon was smarting under everyoneâs snickers. âAnd you should be a dancer,â Dillon retorted, and unexpectedly,he grabbed Avery and tried to throw her in the air, just like theyâd all seen Michael do to Sarah. But Dillon wasnât as strong as Michael and Avery wasnât experienced at swing dancing, so she just tumbled down awkwardly into his waiting arms.
âPut me down!â Avery hissed at Dillon, her face turning red with embarrassment. âPut me down now , Dillon, I mean it!â
Dillon saw that Avery was really furious. Quickly, he lowered her to the floor. âHey, Ave, come on, I was just kidding around. I didnât think youâd get all mad about it. It was just a joke, ya know, no big deal.â
âI didnât think you had to be reminded not to pick people up and throw them around!â Avery fumed. âWhat do you think this is, the WWE?â
She yanked herself free from Dillonâs arm and stormed off toward the cafeteria. The short curse strikes again , she grimaced. If I wasnât so small and easy to toss around, Dillon wouldnât have even thought of throwing me in the air like that . Avery wished some teacher had caught Dillon tossing her through the air like a football; they wouldâve thrown him out of Spirit Week, and it would have been just what he deserved!
âHey, Avery, wait!â Katani called to her.
âDid you see what Dillon just did?â Charlotte fumed as she hurried to catch up to Avery.
âWho could miss it?â Katani asked. âI bet Averyâs ready to die of embarrassment.â
Charlotte ran on to comfort Avery, while Katani caught up to