Bringin' It — Lindsay Anderson

“How is it that we are now SENIORS??” I asked, as Dylan, Dinah, and I made our way to the school for the end-of-school dance. “I know, right??” Dinah smiled. “Summer is here, and senior year is right around the corner!” “Yeah, cool.” Dylan said from the backseat in a distracted tone. “Girlie, what's wrong?” Dinah asked, turning in her seat to face Dylan. “Jenny Box has been harassing me lately with mean texts. It's gone on for two weeks now.” “Have you told anyone, besides us, about this?” I asked. “It's important to let someone know.” “The only people I have told are my parents and Principal Schuman.” Dylan said, her voice cracking. “Not only have my parents talked to Mrs. Schuman, but Mrs. Schuman has also tried suspending Jenny a couple of times. My parents have even tried talking to Mr. and Mrs. Box, but Jenny's parents keep shrugging it off.” “Do you still have the texts?” Dinah asked, gently. “If so, may I see them?” Without saying a word, Dylan handed the phone to Dinah. Immediately,Dinah gasped and put her hand over her mouth. It was at that moment that I knew that these texts must be really bad. When we stopped at a stoplight. Dinah quickly handed the phone to me. Reading these texts, anger filled my heart. These texts were saying some mean, hurtful and untrue things. It made me mad as a wet hen that someone was attacking my best friend through text messages. “This has to stop, like right now.” Dinah said, thoughtfully. “I agree with you 100%.” I replied, sincerely. “Same here.” Dylan said. “What do you propose that should be done about it?” “Don't worry, I have an idea.” Dinah smiled at Dylan and me.