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extremely tall and conceited person will tease me for being a snitch. And I can’t tell my friends because I don’t want them to know I’m flunking. What do I do?
    Signed,
    Student F
    â€œWhat do we tell her?” Piper asked. “There’s no answer. That mean girl is not going to stop.”
    â€œI wonder who it is?” I said, my mind ticking through the popular girls bold enough to assure us that she “has her looks.” Then I ticked through a list of the tall girls at our school who could be the bully.
    â€œWell, I don’t know what to tell her,” Kate said. “Let’s at least say we support her.”
    â€œThat doesn’t seem like enough,” I said.
    â€œWell, it’s all we have,” Kate said.
    â€œLet’s tell her to ask her friends to help her,” I said.
    â€œBut she doesn’t want anyone to know,” Piper said.
    Was it enough just to be a cheerleader for this girl? I hoped so because that’s all we offered Student F in our response. At least we answered her, I guess, before we moved on to making plans for the BIG MEETING. It was a day before Thursday.
    Thursday, otherwise known as the day I was supposed to get my first period. We decided we each would have one point to discuss. I was supposed to talk about the number of girls we’d helped already—more than one hundred questions answered. Kate would stress the history of the PLS and the importance of continuing it. Piper would talk about the Internet’s global reach and how our helpful advice could spread far beyond the girls at Margaret Simon Middle School.
    â€œMagnifique!” she said. “Our points are perfect.”
    *   *   *
    During study hall, we filed nervously into Principal Finklestein’s office. Ms. Russo and Mrs. Percy were already there.
    Ms. Russo broke the ice and explained the purpose of the meeting, but the second she said “Pink Locker Society,” the principal’s expression went blank. Ms. Russo discussed the background of how the Pink Locker Society had originally begun, long ago, and how it could and should have a place in the future of Margaret Simon Middle School.
    â€œI have to stop you right there, Jane. That club was banned months ago,” he said.
    â€œYes, but what Jane’s saying is that perhaps that decision could be reconsidered,” Mrs. Percy said.
    Principal Finklestein stopped and listened to Mrs. Percy’s full sentence.
    He let her continue. She laid out a logical case and a sound plan for allowing the Pink Locker Society to operate openly, just like any school club.
    â€œThe girls have really done an admirable job of answering questions, sending lifelines, if you will, to middle-school girls who are struggling,” Mrs. Percy said. “Peer-to-peer counseling has merit, as you well know, according to all the latest education research.”
    More silence from Principal F., which we took as a good sign. I let my mind drift for a moment. A Pink Locker Society that didn’t need to hide would be a glorious thing.
    As he listened to Ms. Russo and Mrs. Percy, he would occasionally look at us. I smiled and nodded, feeling good about the direction we were heading. I looked at the note cards in my lap, ready to report on the hundred questions we’d already answered. I was going to speak after Piper. Feeling so upbeat now, I thought I might end my bit with “Girl power!”
    Piper started in about the revolutionizing power of the Internet, but Principal Finklestein stopped her immediately and stood up.
    â€œI’m sorry, Piper. I don’t have any more time for this closed issue. My only decision now has to do with disciplinary matters,” he said.
    What?
    Mrs. Percy gave it one more try, but he shut her down as well.
    â€œAdele, you have my continued respect, as we’ve worked together for thirty years now, but I have the school district’s reputation to