3 Keep It Down, Table 5

CHAPTER THREE KEEP IT DOWN, TABLE 5 AFTER MR. WILLOW took attendance, he explained that healthy eating would be our science subject that day. He drew a plate with four sections on the whiteboard. He gave us twenty minutes to fill in the sections with different categories of food. "I want you to think about what you eat during a typical week," Mr. Willow said, "and fill in the plate with those foods. Then we'll look at a healthy eating plate and you can see how your diet compares to it."

It was kind of a fun assignment. We got to use our colored pencils and could draw all the food too. It was also a good project because we were allowed to talk quietly at our tables as we worked. As we started to draw our plates, Rosie asked, "So what's happening, Molly? Something was really bothering you on the way to school." "Yeah," Simon said. "We could tell." I didn't want to look at my two best friends as I told them my bad news. "Something happened when I ran back to get my book report," I said and hunkered down even closer to my paper. I had sectioned off one part of my food plate for protein. I wanted to draw a fish and a chicken. Simon asked, "What happened?" "Well, it's not like something happened happened," I said. I outlined my fish with a black colored pencil.

"It was more like I heard something." "What did you hear?" Rosie asked and grabbed an orange pencil to draw carrots. "Mom and Dad were upstairs. They were talking really loudly because Mom was blow-drying her hair," I said. I colored my tasty fish blue and gave it some bubbles. "And I heard what they said." "And?" Simon asked. I got ready to look up at Simon and Rosie for the first time since we started our food plates. I made sure my eyes weren't too watery. "They said," I answered and took a deep breath of air before looking up, "that we're going to move."

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"What?!" Rosie yell-whispered. "You can't!" Simon yelled. There was no whisper attached to his yell. "Keep it down, Table 5," Mr. Willow called from the front of the classroom. "Are you sure?" Rosie asked. I could tell that she really hoped I was wrong. "Totally," I said and nodded. "They talked about moving all my stuff. And all their stuff too." Simon said, "Maybe it's a mistake." "It's not," I told him—even though I wished that was true. "Here's a direct quote from my dad: 'We

have to move.'" "This is bad," Rosie said. I knew she was right. "We have to do something to stop it," Simon said. I knew he was right too. I just had no idea what we could do.