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17 The next day, they met again in the art room. Same time. "I have to tell you," Zoe began in a surprised voice almost as if she was holding back from laughing, "I don't know how you did it, but Toby was upset when he came back to class. Can you tell what the heck you said to him?" On the other side of the table, a smile of pride showed on Theo's face. On the one hand, he did not think he could succeed in leaving a stranger speechless; on the other hand, he had impressed Zoe. For a moment, he felt better than Toby Marlowe. "All I did was tell the truth," replied Theo. "He must have been impressed with the way I expressed myself." The friend smiled. "Let's get straight to the point: what did he tell you?" "He told Nella," the 11-year-old revealed bitterly. "He hadn't thought to keep quiet when she caught him. And that makes me angry." Same story, Zoe thought. So Toby told me the truth! What a relief! "He didn't tell you anything else?" Theo shook his head. "No, only that. While what did he tell you?" "Same story," replied Zoe. "I see my rant was good for something!" Theo was interjected, what do you mean her "rant"? He was reminded of what she had told him the day before. Everything was clearer now. Zoe had told him about it before their meeting in the bathroom, which explained the immediate response about Nella. Girls have a strange power over boys, he told himself. Zoe asked, "What's the plan?" "What plan?" spoke the four-eyed boy dispiritedly. "The plan to make those stupid bullies pay!" exclaimed Zoe enthusiastically as she stretched out on her stomach on the table, lifted her legs and swung them. "It's time for action!" "There is... no plan," revealed Theo with uncertainty. On Zoe's face, the pleading smile and the desire to hear the strategy of the century vanished in a second. She assumed an astonished look. She exclaimed, "What do you mean you don't have it?" "W-we don't have it!" retorted Theo. Zoe got off the table being careful not to make any bold moves, then sat down on a stool she had next to her. "You guys look bad." "Very bad," commented the young boy realistically. "Maybe we'd better go back to our classes." Zoe nodded and stood up. A few moments later, Theo and Zoe walked out of the art room and headed for her classroom in silence. Neither of them understood how that tension-filled silence came about, yet moments earlier they were talking as if they had not seen each other in forever. Theo thought back to his last two words. Very bad-the sad, hard truth. He and his peers did not stand a chance against Katrine and her minions; not even their teachers could stop them. Perhaps they too were afraid of her and her group? The answer, unfortunately, he knew (or was certain): yes, they were terrified of them. They waved goodbye to each other, then went their separate ways. Zoe had to brush up on science for the test, while Theo had to prepare psychologically for Mrs. Towers' art history class. They both had to grit their teeth. A new challenge was approaching, and they had to meet it in the best possible way. * In Riley's room, silence reigned supreme. None of the trio felt like talking or, oddly enough, doing anything exciting. Riley and Theo were lying on the floor, both wearing diapers - only she was wearing pull-ups - and looking up at the chandelier. Their heads were failing in the simple task of coming up with ideas to make their meeting interesting and fun. "No way... our brains won't cooperate!" said Theo defeatedly. Sally, on the other hand, was sitting at her desk scribbling on a sheet of paper, she had made up her mind to write down what was going through her mind: poetic, cryptic phrases like "The leaf the rain is destroying" or "Call me Nothing, I am this." She felt like a misunderstood poet, unmatched and inimitable. Unlike her friends, her diaper was hidden under her black denim skirt with two skulls with crossed shinbones. Mrs. Bishop showedher index and pinky fingers, the symbol of rockers, in front of her. (Until that moment, she thought she was listening to soothing music or classical music.) She wrote the last sentence, "I do not fall, and if I fall, I rise". She placed her pen on the paper, five sentences in total, two of them crossed out. "How is it going back there?" he asked. "Before long, a tsunami will break out down here!" Theo raised his head in front of him, he was slightly swollen. "I wet it a little bit." "I'm still dry," said Riley "before I wet myself, I'm going to the bathroom." She stood up and walked out of her room. Her mother was coming at that moment, Riley turned in her direction. "How are you doing?" she asked in a gentle voice. "You are usually noisy, and today not a fly is flying." "We're bored," replied the little girl, backing away at a brisk pace. "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back!" Riley ran off. She entered the bathroom, then she slid the pull-up to her feet and she sat on the toilet. She had made it; she was peeing and had left her absorbent panties dry. The thought that she would be back wearing diapers before long reminded her why she was doing all this. Dropping the last drop of pee, the 11-year-old scrubbed well under there, just as her mother had taught her, threw away the piece of toilet paper and flushed. Before leaving, she washed her hands. Her mother and her friends were outside waiting for her. Riley was surprised, it had never happened that everyone had gathered in front of the bathroom, surely there had to be a reason. "What's going on?" asked Riley interestedly. "I did a quick check on your friends," replied her mother. "I changed Sally and Theo needs a good sit on the toilet." Theo's face turned red as a tomato from embarrassment. "Can you believe Theo has a diaper rule? It's weird stuff!" said Sally. "It's not weird!" retorted Theo almost offended. "I gave it to myself for a reason, Sal! You should give you one too, otherwise you'll end up wetting your pants without realizing it!" Sally rolled her eyes; getting lost in arguments like this bothered her. Nevertheless, her friend was right. Mrs. Bishop spoke, "You'll talk about it later, okay? Theo, in the bathroom!" They entered the bathroom, the firm click of the lock alerted Riley and Sally that they had locked themselves in. As they waited, the two friends sat by the door. "What's the rule?" asked Riley. "One diaper per visit," replied Sally uncertainly. "He can only use one diaper when he comes here. In this way, according to him, he stays potty trained." "I don't see where the problem is." Sally looked at her seriously. "There's no problem, it's just that ... I find it sad. We all three wear diapers to feel good about ourselves. What's the point of wearing one a day? You don't enjoy it at all!" "That's true," Riley said understandingly, "you have to keep in mind that if you wear diapers all the time, you don't notice when you pee or poop. That's why I wear pull-ups, to keep from regressing. That's what Mom and Dr. Heinz called it." "Regress?" "Yes," Riley explained, "it's an evolution, but in reverse." Silence. "Going backwards is not as bad as they say," said Sally, and the bathroom lock caught her attention. Theo walked out with Mrs. Bishop in tow, in her hands she had the wet diaper. The first thing his friends noticed was his black boxers.  "Now I feel like a big boy" he said. They smiled. The sincerest way to tell him they respected his choice. Mrs. Bishop took her leave, saying she had to get back to work and her time off was over. Before leaving them, she threw Theo's wet diaper in the basket in her daughter's room, finally, she left for the ground floor. The three kids returned to the room. Riley went in last, picked up the hanging pen and updated her progress chart. Slowly, the successes were catching up with the failures. She had to keep it up. She turned around. Sally and Theo were sitting with their backs against the bed, the way they were sitting they looked like two zombies. Riley's new mission was to turn their day around. "What do you want to do?" he asked his friends. "I refuse to sit still and do nothing!" Theo winced. "Girls!" His friends looked at him questioningly. Theo continued, "I met Zoe today! Turns out he had no idea she was going to spill the beans to Katrine and the others." Sally huffed. "Sometimes I wonder if seventh graders are smart people or donkeys!" "Some are and some aren't," retorted Theo. "If it weren't for Zoe, he would never have told me the truth." Sally did, but she did not seem convinced. "They can come in handy you know?" she said at one point. "Them, the sixth graders, the seventh graders and the eighth graders. All of them! Both Theo and Riley tried to talk, but their friend gave them no respite. Sally jumped on the bed. She was about to reveal her plan, her mega-plan: "There are five of them right?" Riley and Theo nodded. Sally, confident, resumed speaking. "Can five eighth-grade girls take on an entire school? No, they wouldn't be able to! Then they would stop bullying!" Riley and Theo looked at each other for a moment, then back at Sally. She found it an unfeasible idea, not surprisingly, she assumed a skeptical expression. He merely smiled; it was obvious he was in for it. "No such thing is possible, Sal!" pointed out Riley restlessly at once. "Convincing all the sixth graders, seventh graders and eighth graders is crazy! They would know right away, and you would be their first target!" Sally got out of bed. "Who said I have to convince them all? Besides, all it takes is for our early middle school friends to join us." Nice contradiction, Sally! First you wanted the whole school, now just us sixth graders... "Wait a minute," Riley hesitated, "are you trying to tell me that Theo and I should go to the other classes and convince people to join us?" Sally nodded and turned her gaze toward Theo. "Not just the three of us. Those two can come in handy, too." "Zoe would accept with her eyes closed," Theo intervened on her behalf. "Toby will feel obligated because Zoe will impose it on him, otherwise their friendship will end." Sally turned her head toward Riley the skeptic. "We have to do this," she told her, putting both hands on her shoulders, her eyes focused on hers. "Do you want to be the next one to be humiliated in front of everyone like what happened to Luz?" Her friend showed signs of uncertainty, Luz's episode making her eyes glaze over. She was right, once again. Katrine would tell anyone about her supermarket incident and school would become her worst nightmare. They had to stop them, whatever it took. Riley sighed in defeat, then rubbed her eyes. With a firm tone she sanctioned her choice, "All right, let's do it."