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going to make this little gem of knowledge the solution
to my problem。
What I was thinking was that Shelly would eat lunch at our table and maybe walk around a
little with me。 That way； anytime Juli was around； all I'd
have to do was hang a little closer to Shelly and things would just naturally take care of
themselves。 What happened； though； is that Shelly took
things way too seriously。 She went around telling everybody — including Juli — that we were
in love。
In no time Juli and Shelly got into some kind of catfight； and while Shelly was recovering from
that； my supposed friend Garrett — who had been
totally behind this plan — told her what I was up to。 He's always denied it； but I've since
learned that his code of honor is easily corrupted by weepy
females。
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That afternoon the principal tried cross…examining me； but I wouldn't cop to anything。 I just
kept telling her that I was sorry and that I really didn't
understand what had happened。 Finally she let me go。
Shelly cried for days and followed me around school sniffling and making me feel like a real
jerk； which was even worse than having Juli as a
shadow。
Everything blew over at the one…week mark； though； when Shelly officially dumped me and
started going out with Kyle Larsen。 Then Juli started
up with the goo…goo eyes again； and I was back to square one。
Now； in sixth grade things changed； though whether they improved is hard to say。 I don't
remember Juli actually chasing me in the sixth grade。 But
I do remember her sniffing me。
Yes； my friend； I said sniffing。
And you can blame that on our teacher； Mr。 Mertins。 He stuck Juli to me like glue。 Mr。
Mertins has got some kind of doctorate in seating
arrangements or something； because he analyzed and scrutinized and practically baptized
the seats we had to sit in。 And of course he decided to
seat Juli right next to me。
Juli Baker is the kind of annoying person who makes a point of letting you know she's smart。
Her hand is the first one up； her answers are usually
plete dissertations； her projects are always turned in early and used as weapons against
the rest of the class。 Teachers always have to hold
her project up and say； “This is what I'm looking for； class。 This is an example of A…plus
work。” Add all the extra credit she does to an already
perfect score； and I swear she's never gotten less than 120 percent in any subject。
But after Mr。 Mertins stuck Juli right next to me； her annoying knowledge of all subjects far
and wide came in handy。 See； suddenly Juli's perfect
answers； written in perfect cursive； were right across the aisle； just an eye…shot away。 You
wouldn't believe the number of answers I snagged from
her。 I started getting A's and B's on everything！ It was great！
But then Mr。 Mertins pulled the shift。 He had some new idea for “optimizing positional latitude
and longitude；” and when the dust finally settled； I
was sitting right in front of Juli Baker。
This is where the sniffing es in。 That maniac started leaning forward and sniffing my hair。
She'd edge her nose practically up to my scalp and
sniff…sniff…sniff。
I tried elbowing and back…kicking。 I tried scooting my chair way forward or putting my
backpack between me and the seat。 Nothing helped。 She'd
just scoot up； too； or lean over a little farther and sniff…sniff…sniff。
I finally asked Mr。 Mertins to move me； but he wouldn't do it。 Something about not wanting to
disturb the delicate balance of educational energies。
Whatever。 I was stuck with her sniffing。 And since I couldn't see her perfectly penned
answers anymore； my grades took a dive。 Especially in
spelling。
Then one time； during a test； Juli's in the middle of sniffing my hair when she notices that I've
blown a spelling word。 A lot of words。 Suddenly the
sniffing stops and the whispering starts。 At first I couldn't believe it。 Juli Baker cheating？ But
sure enough； she was spelling words for me； right in my
ear。
Juli'd always been sly about sniffing； which really bugged me because no one ever noticed
her doing it； but she was just as sly about giving me
answers； which was okay by me。 The bad thing about it was that I started counting on her
spelling in my ear。 I mean； why study when you don't have
to； right？ But after a while； taking all those answers made me feel sort of indebted to her。
How can you tell someone to bug off or quit sniffing you
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when you owe them？ It's； you know； wrong。
So I spent the sixth grade somewhere between unfortable and unhappy； but I kept
thinking that next year； next year； things would be different。
We'd be in junior high — a big school — in different classes。 It would be a world with too
many people to worry about ever seeing Juli Baker again。
It was finally； finally going to be over。
Flipped
The first day I met Bryce Loski； I flipped。 Honestly； one look at him and I became a lunatic。
It's his eyes。 Something in his eyes。 They're blue； and
framed in the blackness of his lashes； they're dazzling。 Absolutely breathtaking。
It's been over six years now； and I learned long ago to hide my feelings； but oh； those first
days。 Those first years！ I thought I would die for wanting
to be with him。
Two days before the second grade is when it started； although the anticipation began weeks
before—ever since my mother had told me that
there was a family with a boy my age moving into the new house right across the street。
Soccer camp had ended； and I'd been so bored because there was nobody； absolutely
nobody； in the neighborhood to play with。 Oh； there were
kids； but every one of them was older。 That was dandy for my brothers； but what it left me
was home alone。
My mother was there； but she had better things to do than kick a soccer ball around。 So she
said； anyway。 At the time I didn't think there was