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the word out on Snappypic.” She shrugs. “And do posters. I’m okay with drawing and hand lettering and stuff.”
    â€œMore than okay,” I say. “She’s amazing. She can do script so it looks like a wedding invitation, and she can draw anything .”
    â€œWell, maybe,” says Bailey.
    But Bailey is still not looking at Ella, who is standing there so cutely and artistically and sweetly. Ella, who looks like a cover girl. No, Bailey—the center of everything seventh grade—is looking forlornly, regretfully, at me.
    The Break
    After second period, there’s a ten-minute break and I go to the bathroom. I’m in the stall when I hear familiar voices enter the washroom. Voices who say “super” a lot. Bailey, Megan, and Janel, of course.
    â€œSo what do you think of Ella?” somebody says as a toilet flushes. It sounds like Janel. My ears perk up and I quiet my breathing.
    â€œPeople, there’s no way that Ella can chair publicity,” says Bailey.
    â€œWell, for one thing, you can’t hear her speak,” says Janel. “She’s so quiet.”
    â€œExactly,” says Bailey, speaking in her supercrisp way.
    â€œHello, I’m Ella Fuentes and I speak just like”—Megan lowers her voice even more—“a mouse.”
    It’s true that Ella has a soft voice, but it still makes me mad to hear them making fun of her like that. I want to burst out of the stall. I want to scream at them to shut up.
    But my pants are kind of down, plus I don’t want to make a huge scene.
    â€œHey, you guys, Ella’s an awesome artist,” says Janel. “I’m serious. We’re going to be hearing from her someday. She’s like Picasso.”
    Okay, maybe they aren’t all so vile.
    Bailey laughs. “I’m sorry, girls, but there’s no way Ella could handle chair. Karma would have been great. It was sick how many followers she had. With her, I’m sure we could have won the Spirit Stick.”
    Even though my stomach is twisting, I can’t help feeling a little bit happy.
    â€œKarma’s like a super Snappypic genius. We really, really needed her. Too bad she can’t do it. Auggie Elson is in charge of publicity for the eighth grade.”
    I almost choke because if Auggie does something, he does it big. Annoyingly big.
    â€œReally?” says Megan. “That’s so not good.” The faucet spurts out water as someone washes her hands.
    â€œI know,” says Bailey. “And he has as many followers as Karma. Or had.”
    â€œThat. Is. So. Not. True!” I scream. “I had over six thousand, three hundred and forty-three more followers! Not that I’m counting.”
    â€œKarma?” asks Bailey, knocking on my stall. “Is that you?”
    Whoops. Didn’t really mean to say that out loud. I get myself presentable and fling open the stall door. “In person.”
    UH-OH!
    â€œSo you heard . . . everything,” Bailey says. Her cheeks blush a pale pink. Bailey, Megan, and Janel crowd up by the mirror and a sixth grader with pigtails stands by the faucet. Pigtail Girl darts a quick nervous glance at Bailey and rushes out the door.
    â€œYeah, I heard everything. I have way more followers than Auggie. Well, had. Anyway, he cheats to get his.
    â€œIf I were publicity chair,” I continue, “it’d be an all-out war between two people: Karma Cooper versus Auggie Elson.”
    â€œAnd don’t forget the sixth grade,” says Janel, waving a lip gloss in the air.
    â€œRookies don’t count,” says Megan in her babyish voice, which makes even mean things sound nice.
    â€œTrue,” I say. “They’re still working on memorizing their locker combinations.” Everyone laughs. I raise my arm over my head and pump my fist into the air.
    Suddenly an idea hits me.
    I look straight at Bailey. “I think I can be publicity