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whole thing was Mr. Reddy’s fault. He’s such a totally bad teacher.
    As soon as I cast my vote, I emailed all my friends and told them to go to this website and vote for Mr. Reddy for Absolute Worst Teacher.
    Lilly:
    Everyone thinks the whole thing started with Zebby and Amr’s stupid website. But for me, it started with an email I got somewhere around the time that website first went up. The subject line read: For Lilly. And it was from somebody who called him or herself milkandhoney.
    I had no idea who that was, but I opened the email anyway. There was just one line: Dear Lilly … you are going down!
    My first thought was, huh? Who is this?
    My mom wanted to know why I didn’t say anything about that email when I first got it. Well, it was just an email. No big deal. I hit delete and didn’t think about it again until I got another email.
    This one said: Dear Lilly … have you visited truthabouttruman.com yet? If not, you should …
    This email bugged me a little more than the first one. I guess because it was the second email from milkandhoney, and I didn’t know who that was.
    But there was no threat in that second email. Just a question: Have you visited truthabouttruman.com yet?
    I hadn’t. I’d heard of it. Hayley had sent me an email about it a couple days earlier, but I hadn’t gotten around to checking it out yet. After I read that email, though, I got on the Truth about Truman website to see what it was. It looked like an online newspaper about our school. There was an article about the math curriculum that looked kind of boring, so I didn’t read it, and another article about how five minutes isn’t enough time between classes, a list of Stupid Truman Rules, and a place where you could write about a bad teacher you’ve had. You could even vote for the worst teacher at Truman. Mr. Reddy was way in the lead. Big surprise. He was always yelling. And if your cell phone went off during his class, he took it away and didn’t give it back for like a week!
    It didn’t say anywhere whose website this was, but something like this had Zebby Bower’s name all over it. I should know; I used to be friends with her. We started like five different newspapers together when we were kids. Her, me, and Amr Nasir.
    The Truth about Truman.com looked all right. It looked better than the last newspaper Zebby tried to start. At least this time she’d managed to start something that people actually wanted to read. But I couldn’t figure out why milkandhoney, whoever that was, wanted me to see it so bad. It was just a computer newspaper.
    Then I got the third email.
    Dear Lilly … I know you’ve seen the Truth about Truman.com by now. You should know there’s going to be a special surprise on that website on Friday featuring YOU! Make sure you log on. You won’t be sorry. (Or maybe you will? Hahahaha!!!!)
    â€” milkandhoney
    Trevor:
    I’m a little surprised everyone’s making such a big deal about all this. So, a few people said and did some mean things to Lilly Clarke online. So what? I’ve put up with way worse things. I’ve had my head shoved in the toilet; I’ve been pushed down stairs; and I’ve had my butt super-glued to a bench in the locker room. I hang out in the media center for half an hour every day after school and shelve books for Mrs. Conway just so I don’t have to walk home when everyone else is walking home.
    Things got so bad for me last year that I actually went to see Mrs. Horton, the school counselor. Which turned out to be a huge mistake. She wanted me to name names. Yeah, right. Like I would really do that. Was she trying to get me killed?
    When I told Mrs. H. to forget it; I wasn’t going to tell her who’d been hassling me, she sat back in her chair and made a little steeple out of her two pointer fingers. “Well, then,” she said. “Maybe things aren’t quite as bad