Bonus

I Like You Not

Molly sat in the back of the class with her head down, trying to concentrate on her work. The boy next to her, Chris, was shooting rubber bands at the side of her head, while she diligently ignored him. “Hey Smelly Molly,” he hissed. “Why don’t you go home and cry? Oh wait, do you even have a real home?” He snickered and high fived the others around him like he had just made an award winning joke.

Yes, Molly’s family was poor. It was just her and her mom, and her mom tried really hard. She didn’t have the best clothes or shoes, and sometimes there wasn’t always food for breakfast. Molly knew how hard her mom worked as a secretary and was thankful for all they did have.

She was fairly new to the school, having moved there at the end of the last school year. A few of the kids had seen where she lived, in a little grouping of houses just outside the town, and had informed the others she lived in a shack. Ever since, her classmates made fun of her for being poor, dirty, a