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Glittery-Icecream: Yeah. My mom actually said that.

I woke up to about four million texts, all with the same kind of plot line:

KimHurni : Bring your basket tomorrow.

DessieBear : no. Thursday.

Seren: No. If we have to wait, Monday.

It went on like that for a while.

The day was filled with stress and anger piling up in my stomach.

I wanted to wait until Monday. I didn't want to, exactly, but it would be more reasonable.

We yelled about it at lunch, and by then I knew everyone had brought their basket except Dessie.

I didn't want to do this anymore.

I didn't understand why Dessie and Kim were being so stubborn. Seren, Kendra, and I didn't care. But it seemed Kim would rather die than do it on Monday, and Dessie want about to let us do it without her.

We tried every solution we could think of.

"How about you give your basket to Kendra on Monday?"

"What if we all took something from our baskets and gave it to Kendra?"

"Why can't we just wait?"

It went on and on, but every suggestion was denied. My teacher was very concerned as me and Kim whispered from across the room, and I found myself staring in space. My paper was blank all through Literacy and Science.

Finally, recess came. It was drizzling outside. I didn't bring my basket out, and Dessie looked excited when she saw us empty handed.

"Are we doing it on Monday?" She said, beaming.

"No," Kim said firmly. I shook my head nervously. Dessie's face fell.

All through recess, we argued. We were getting nowhere, especially as Kendra and Seren took sides. I wanted to scream "stay out of it!" But I didn't.

As for me, I stayed on the sidelines. Mostly. Sometimes. Okay, it was still a yelling fest of great proportions and I didn't want anyone to leave without hearing my opinion. But nothing helped.

We asked my teacher. But her opinion had no impact on us. Dessie gave up. She walked away, and by that time I didn't give a crap when we gave away some baskets. I could see the hurt look on Dessie's face and I shot one last yell at Kim before running after her.

We tried to talk to her. But she just ignored us. They called us back inside as it really started to rain and by then Kim was sobbing and I could feel my own eyes burning with tears.

We left the classroom, and I could hear Kim gossiping about it to some other girls. I just hid my tearstained face until I got home.