Brett, Avery, and I snuck into the boy’s restroom. I turned on the sink and splashed my face with water because I felt so hot. I couldn’t tell if I was hot out of anger or out of embarrassment.

“I don’t get it,” I said to Brett and Avery.

“You don’t get what?” Avery asked.

“I don’t get why Hector hates me so much. I never did anything to him.”

“I don’t know, you’re the only one he does this to,” Brett responded.

“Sure I’m shorter than he is, but he’s taller than over half the seventh grade class! Why can’t he pick on someone else?”

“I don’t know…how long have you known him?” Avery asked as he slightly tugged on his choker.

“Since the first grade. The very first time we met, he poured water on my pants! You know what, he needs to pay! He’s been getting away with this junk for the last six years!”

Brett and Avery then gave each other a slightly worried look.

“What are you planning to do?” Brett asked me as he was scratching his hair under his baseball cap.

I kept quiet for about ten seconds, still catching my breath. My head still felt blurry and I couldn't even think straight. My hands smacked against my pockets out of frustration. I felt the little plastic pack against my left pocket. The rubber controllers! Yes! I can totally use these to wreak some serious revenge! Should I let Brett and Avery know about them? Not yet…I didn’t think they’d buy the crazy story about the store, the gypsy lady, or black rubber stoppers taking over people’s minds.

“I’ll come up with something,” I said out loud.

The bell to end lunch gave a ring. The three of us said our “see you later’s” and we headed off to our fourth period homeroom classes.