Molly looks at her phone; she had gotten a text. Bringing out the iPhone 6 that she had, Molly could tell that Claire had texted her. It said: 'Just got u a spot at the cool kid table! U owe me.' Molly groaned. First off, it was annoying how Claire always used 'u' instead of 'you'. It was only the letters! And second off, Molly didn't want to be at the cool kid table; all the cool kids were mean. There was also the fact that Molly liked sitting with the kids with disabilities. Mary made her laugh. Gloria knew everything, although she was quiet. And Carl? Well, you shouldn't get Molly started on Carl. 'Vroom Vroom" always escaped from her mouth when she thought about Carl! Still, Molly texted back: 'Thanks! What do I owe you?' Molly waited a moment before the reply came. 'Melody Brooks stole Rose from us.' Molly frowned. Melody couldn't talk, move, or do pretty much anything. How had she stolen Rose? And, just to be clear, Rose didn't even spend time with Claire anymore. She had seen how mean Claire was and stopped hanging out. Did Claire really think that was Melody's fault? 'And?' Was Molly's reply. Soon, there were many texts. 'Are u stupid? We've got to punish Melody!' Molly took a deep breath. This was not what her payback was supposed to be. Why hadn't Claire said something like: You owe me money? Why had she chosen to bully? Molly didn't like being mean; it felt wrong. But, she wanted to be popular. She wanted to be known. And it seemed like this would be the way. In what felt like slow motion, Molly typed: 'What are we going to do?' Claire's answer was simple. 'Make her wish she never knew Rose.' Molly looked outside her window. There was a clear, beautiful sky. It was warm out. There was a slight breeze. Everybody seemed happy. So why was this day going so wrong? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At school the next day, everybody looked at Molly with wide eyes as she sat down at the cool kid table. Eating a piece of the school's pizza, Molly felt everybody's eyes on her. Including the kids of 114- AKA, the disability kids. Molly turned to see Gloria looking sad, and the same thing with the others. Molly pursed her lips. She could get up and leave, to go back to her favorite spot. Maybe she wouldn't have to give payback to Claire, then. Molly sat for a moment, thinking. Yeah, she thought, I should do that. Molly looked at her tray. She felt her hands grip around the cold, colorful plastic. Her hands gripped tighter as she got her legs positioned to leave. And, she felt lettuce on her. "Sorry." Said a boy who didn't look sorry. "I had to make sure you were alive." Molly rolled her eyes, taking the lettuce off her shoulder. She was tempted to throw it back at him. But, their guidance counselor, Mr. L, had always told them to be the better person. So, Molly put the lettuce on the far side of her tray, where none of her food would touch it. "Smooth," Claire whispered in Molly's ear. "Haha, no. When someone throws something at you, throw it back. To demonstrate, Claire threw some of her food at the boy. "Don't mess with her!" She hissed. Then, turning back to Molly, Claire added: "If you keep messing up, I might tell him too." With that threat on mind, the lunch bell rang.
