Chapter 4 Molly

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"All right," Dana announces. Right now, we're huddled outside a cab who is willing to drive the nearest bus stop. "Scince there's five of us, we'll have to split up." We all moan. Last time we did this, Beth and Caleb were halfway to Charlotte. "Can I stay with you this time?" Caleb whines. "Me too." I add. Together, we beg with our sad eyes and curled lip. Dana chuckles a little bit. "You two are going on a separate cab." Sammie bursts. "Why are YOU in a bad mood all of a sudden?" Dana asks. She places her hand on her hips. We all stare at him, waiting for his answer. "They always get what they want." He answers. "Have you ever stopped and asked, 'Hey, I wonder what Sammie wants so that we can give him it.' No! But it seems like that's the first thing you and mom say in the morning for Molly and Caleb." We all just stood there for a minute. I finally pipe up, "Um, I have an idea. How about we-" I was interrupted. I was planning to say there was a bus station. "How about we use the bus instead?" Beth said. Dana nods in agreement. "That's a very good idea, Beth." Everyone cheers and high-fives Beth. I cross my arms.
I never get attention. Caleb is the cutest; Sammie is the smartest; Beth is the dramatic-ist, and Dana is the oldest. I get nothing. Not even a compliment for a delicious meal I make by myself (that's pretty amazing considering I'm seven) daily. Well, I can show you who'll get the most attention. I quickly slam my leg on a near park bench. I scream and hold my right leg. Dana looks up from the crowd that is praising Beth. I'll never forget her face. Her dark blue eyes widen. Her smile fades into a frown. She rushes to my side, yelling , "What the heck happened." Every one soon circles my body. Well, except for Beth. I bet the people walking by think I'm dead. Slowly, Sammie carried me to the bench. I finally had the strength to sputter, "I- I." I had to think of a good lie. That's when I see a bucket tipped on its side.

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