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changes. It is as though the circle of third-graders is really only one kid, and that kid was a person who started out excited but is now beginning to get mad. “He’s going to beat up a
girl
?” someone asks, outraged.
    “Look how big he is compared to her,” another person calls put, as if this is fast-breaking news. Duh!
    “But she asked for it,” Stanley cries, defending Jared.
    “No she didn’t,” somebody says. I think it’s Annie Pat.
    “Yeah,” a boy calls out. “It was Jared who stole EllRay’s action figure, remember? Emma was just getting it back for EllRay.”
    Oh, wonderful
, I think.
Here we go again about EllRay’s action figure
.
    Jared is looking around, confused. His hands open and close one more time. Then he speaks.
    “Well, I wasn’t going to
hit
her,” he lies. “I was just going to—to
trash
her.”
    Nobody knows what this means, exactly, but everyone is eager to find out. It is as though the big circle-person has gone from excited to mad and then back to excited again.
    “Do it,” Stanley shouts. He picks up an apple core from the ground. “I’ll help,” he offers. He puts his arm back like he is going to throw the apple core at me, hard.
    “You copycat dope,” I yell at him. My heart is beating so fast now that I’m kind of surprised it doesn’t lift me right off the ground, like a helicopter.
    I wish it would!
    “No,” Jared calls out. “Drop it.” As if Stanley was a dog!
    Which is not fair to dogs, in my opinion.
    The apple core hits the ground.
    Jared sneaks peeks all around to make sure everyone is watching him and listening to him. “I’m not going to throw stuff at her,” he announces slowly. “I’m going to throw her at
stuff
.”
    “Huh?” a couple of kids say. They don’t know what Jared is talking about.
    I don’t know either, but I start to get an idea when he lurches forward—and grabs hold of me. “Ow, let me go,” I yelp, and we wrestle back and forth for what seems like about a week.
    Jared is working his way toward the stinky garbage cans, and he’s taking me with him.
    He’s going to stuff me into a garbage can!
    I try to kick his shins, but his arms are wrapped around me so tight that I can’t get my feet back far enough to do any good.
    My mind fills with jumbled thoughts of what is probably in that trash can.
    There will be old tuna fish sandwich scraps.
    And mushy bananas.
    And yucky, nose-blowing Kleenexes.

    Maybe there will even be little plastic bags full of dog poop! I don’t know why there would be dog poop in a school trash can, but anything is possible.
    I kick at Jared again and hit his leg this time.
“Oof,”
Jared says, and then he crunches me even tighter.
    “Dump her,” creepy Stanley shouts. “Dump her in the can!”
    “I hate you, you big fat meanie,” Annie Pat wails.
    Poor Annie Pat
, I can almost hear myself think. Jared is twisting me over the slimy edge of the fullest garbage can. The smell of the trash fills my head like a tuna-fish-mushy-banana-dog-poop nightmare.
    “Let her go,” a voice cries out, and another body hurls itself in between Jared and me, knocking the trash can over. Knocking all three of us over!
    It’s—it’s EllRay Jakes!

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for No Reason!
    I don’t know who is the most surprised.
    Is it Jared?
    Is it me?
    Or is it EllRay Jakes?
    Jared howls. “You dumb—” and then he starts pounding EllRay’s narrow shoulder with his fist.
So
I pounce on Jared’s back like a flea on a bulldog and start whacking
him
.

    “Stop … it … you …big … stupid … bully,” I say, panting.
Thud, thud, thud
. It feels as though I am hitting a mattress.
    “I’ll bet you’re the little bird who tattled to Ms. Sanchez,” Jared shouts at EllRay.
    “So what if I was?” EllRay shrieks, and he twists around and pops Jared right in the mouth with his fist. I am busy pulling Jared’s twirly brown hair, but I have time to be surprised by this news.
    EllRay Jakes was the one who tried to keep