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love her, and finding him on Teen Chat was the most amazing thing of all.
    Alison re-read the text one more time, and then sat on a bench outside her school. Pulling up the photo of Anthony in his football jersey, she kissed the phone display. He loved her.
    Watching the yellow school buses roll away, Alison started the trek home. As she walked, she periodically pulled out her iPhone and read Anthony's text and smiled. A warmth spread through her body as she held her phone against her small breast. This must be what it feels like when you're in love, she thought. The feeling was just like all her teen romance novels had described—all warm and fuzzy. Alison wanted to laugh out loud and tell the world that she had a boyfriend. Not just an ordinary boyfriend, but one that was popular, handsome and athletic. Her heartbeat raced as Alison imagined what it would be like to be kissed by Anthony. She wondered how it would feel to have his strong arms wrapped around her.
    Alison was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't realize anyone was behind her until she was shoved so hard, she fell to the sidewalk. She scraped her arms and knees so bad they were bleeding. She looked up into the scowling face of Jody Emmit.
    "Alison, you are such a klutz," Jody taunted, as her cheerleader friends giggled.
    "Leave me alone, Jody," Alison said, as she pulled herself up.
    Jody bent to pick something up from the grass. To Alison's horror, it was her iPhone. "Oh, looky here. Who's this hot guy?"
    "None of your business. Give me my phone," Alison demanded, holding out her hand and ignoring Jody's three friends, who had formed a circle around them.
    "Where'd you get this picture? Did you copy it from some magazine?"
    Alison ignored Jody's questions and reached for her phone again, but Jody slapped her hand.
    "I asked you a question, Alison. Are you hard of hearing, plus fat and ugly? Where did you get the photo of the hot guy?"
    One of Jody's friends pushed her. "She asked you a question. Answer it, stupid."
    In a whisper, Alison answered, "He's my boyfriend."
    Jody glanced at the photo on the iPhone, and then back at Alison. "There is no way this smoking hot guy would have anything to do with you. Not unless he has something seriously wrong with his eyesight."
    At that, Jody's friends laughed uncontrollably and called Alison names.
    Gritting her teeth and trembling with fear, Alison looked at her iPhone, still in Jody's hand. Without her phone, she and Anthony wouldn't be able to exchange texts. She wouldn't be able to tell him that she loved him back. She couldn't lose communication with him. She couldn't. Alison jerked her phone out of Jody's hand and stuck it deep in her jeans pocket.
    "You scratched me! I'm bleeding!" screamed Jody, as she punched Alison in the nose.
    The blow nearly knocked Alison down, and blood streamed from her nose; she wiped it on her shirt sleeve. She turned and ran as fast as her legs would move, knowing the group of girls was close behind. Although Alison's immediate thought was that they would tire of chasing her, after three blocks she discovered she was wrong.
    The group caught up with her near a weedy, vacant lot. One of them knocked her to the ground, and then they were dragging her through a thicket of weeds and broken glass, deeper into the vacant lot. Once the girls stopped, the kicking and hitting began. Lying on the ground Alison brought her knees to her breasts, her arms covering her head in an attempt to protect herself. The beating continued, until an old man standing on his porch saw what was happening and screamed at the girls to stop.
    By the time the old man reached her, Alison was too weak to stand up. Every part of her body exploded with pain, and blood oozed from her face, arms and legs. He pulled her to her feet and said, "Are you okay? I'm calling the police."
    Crying hysterically, Alison begged him not to call the police. Didn't he know that would only make things worse for her? The next