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Authors: Hillary Homzie
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Colorado
USA
Monday, November 2
Between 8:27 a.m. and 8:31 a.m.
Central Time
Texts received on Maddie Naritaâs Phone: 6
Homeroom
Travis Middle School
Boulder, Colorado
USA
Monday, November 2
Between 8:27 a.m. and 8:31 a.m.
Central Time
Texts received on Sophie Fanuchiâs Phone: 0
Homeroom
Travis Middle School
Boulder, Colorado
USA
Monday, November 2
Between 8:27 a.m. and 8:31 a.m.
Central Time
It was the first Monday in November, and the rumor was that another Hot List would be posted today. Everyone was chatting and gossiping about it. While the old Hot Lists eventually got painted over, the others were texted, tweeted, e-mailed, and video-blogged. It was the start of second period, and everyone was waiting for a Hot List sighting.
I watched Nia glance down at her phone, which she strategically hid in her desk.
âI wonder if anyone new is going to get on,â Nia said to Maddie, who unfortunately sat in front of me in pre-algebra. Mrs. Tate had a seating chart, so I couldnât move to the back of the classroom like I wanted.
Mrs. Tateâmy teacher, and Niaâs mom, and my dadâs pretty-much girlfriend after two months of regular datingâwas giving us ten minutes of individual reviewtime before the quiz, so some kids were still hauling their math books out of their backpacks, while others flipped through their binders. Some girls glanced down at their hidden phones. Mrs. Tate has the same moon-shaped face and curly blond hair as Nia, except hers was shorter.
Mrs. Tate approached Maddieâs desk and set her lips into a line. âI have to take your phone. Hand it over.â Mrs. Tateâs Southern drawl made the command seem nicer somehow.
âSorry,â said Maddie, giving Mrs. Tate her cell, who imprisoned it in a drawer in her desk. And then she wrote Maddieâs name up on the whiteboard. âYou can pick it up after school.â
PreâHot List, pre-Nia, Maddie would have never gotten her name written up on the board.
âAnd you too, Nia,â Mrs. Tate said.
Nia sighed and handed over her phone, and Mrs. Tate wrote her up. I had to like Mrs. Tate for a moment. When it came to enforcing the rules, she didnât skip over her daughter.
I stared outside the window, where I could catch a peek of the blue outline of the Rocky Mountains. Usually, looking at the snow-capped peaks made me happy but not today. List Day reminded me of what happened between Maddie and me.
I watched as Nia dug out her binder and slammed it onto her desk. I knew she was mad at her mom.
The other kids were all whispering about the Hot List as they wrote down the assignment, which was in the right corner of the whiteboard, while Mrs. Tate watered her fica. It kept dropping crunchy, yellow leaves.
The quiet chatting continued, and Mrs. Tate said, âI suggest all eyes stay focused on the quiz.â She handed out the stacks of quizzes to the first desk on every row to pass back. âDo what I say, and yâall will do real well on your big test coming up,â she continued, as if we were sixth graders and not seventh graders, practically high school students.
Actually, if you wanted to do well at Travis, there was
only
one thing you really needed to pay attention to today, and it was the List. Unfortunately.
âYouâve got to go to the bathroom for me!â yelled Squid, during the break between second and third period. He stood behind me, pleading.
âExcuse me?â I whipped around in the hall to face Squid, who wore a green gymnastics T-shirt and purple athletic shorts. âYou want
me
to go to the bathroom for
you
?â I stared at his crazy mullet haircut. And the row of pimples dotting his forehead. âAre you sick or something?â Other students poured around us, trying to get to theirlockers before fourth period. A line of girls darted out of the bathroom. Some shook their heads, while others had huge smiles on their
USA
Monday, November 2
Between 8:27 a.m. and 8:31 a.m.
Central Time
Texts received on Maddie Naritaâs Phone: 6
Homeroom
Travis Middle School
Boulder, Colorado
USA
Monday, November 2
Between 8:27 a.m. and 8:31 a.m.
Central Time
Texts received on Sophie Fanuchiâs Phone: 0
Homeroom
Travis Middle School
Boulder, Colorado
USA
Monday, November 2
Between 8:27 a.m. and 8:31 a.m.
Central Time
It was the first Monday in November, and the rumor was that another Hot List would be posted today. Everyone was chatting and gossiping about it. While the old Hot Lists eventually got painted over, the others were texted, tweeted, e-mailed, and video-blogged. It was the start of second period, and everyone was waiting for a Hot List sighting.
I watched Nia glance down at her phone, which she strategically hid in her desk.
âI wonder if anyone new is going to get on,â Nia said to Maddie, who unfortunately sat in front of me in pre-algebra. Mrs. Tate had a seating chart, so I couldnât move to the back of the classroom like I wanted.
Mrs. Tateâmy teacher, and Niaâs mom, and my dadâs pretty-much girlfriend after two months of regular datingâwas giving us ten minutes of individual reviewtime before the quiz, so some kids were still hauling their math books out of their backpacks, while others flipped through their binders. Some girls glanced down at their hidden phones. Mrs. Tate has the same moon-shaped face and curly blond hair as Nia, except hers was shorter.
Mrs. Tate approached Maddieâs desk and set her lips into a line. âI have to take your phone. Hand it over.â Mrs. Tateâs Southern drawl made the command seem nicer somehow.
âSorry,â said Maddie, giving Mrs. Tate her cell, who imprisoned it in a drawer in her desk. And then she wrote Maddieâs name up on the whiteboard. âYou can pick it up after school.â
PreâHot List, pre-Nia, Maddie would have never gotten her name written up on the board.
âAnd you too, Nia,â Mrs. Tate said.
Nia sighed and handed over her phone, and Mrs. Tate wrote her up. I had to like Mrs. Tate for a moment. When it came to enforcing the rules, she didnât skip over her daughter.
I stared outside the window, where I could catch a peek of the blue outline of the Rocky Mountains. Usually, looking at the snow-capped peaks made me happy but not today. List Day reminded me of what happened between Maddie and me.
I watched as Nia dug out her binder and slammed it onto her desk. I knew she was mad at her mom.
The other kids were all whispering about the Hot List as they wrote down the assignment, which was in the right corner of the whiteboard, while Mrs. Tate watered her fica. It kept dropping crunchy, yellow leaves.
The quiet chatting continued, and Mrs. Tate said, âI suggest all eyes stay focused on the quiz.â She handed out the stacks of quizzes to the first desk on every row to pass back. âDo what I say, and yâall will do real well on your big test coming up,â she continued, as if we were sixth graders and not seventh graders, practically high school students.
Actually, if you wanted to do well at Travis, there was
only
one thing you really needed to pay attention to today, and it was the List. Unfortunately.
âYouâve got to go to the bathroom for me!â yelled Squid, during the break between second and third period. He stood behind me, pleading.
âExcuse me?â I whipped around in the hall to face Squid, who wore a green gymnastics T-shirt and purple athletic shorts. âYou want
me
to go to the bathroom for
you
?â I stared at his crazy mullet haircut. And the row of pimples dotting his forehead. âAre you sick or something?â Other students poured around us, trying to get to theirlockers before fourth period. A line of girls darted out of the bathroom. Some shook their heads, while others had huge smiles on their
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