噬魂手游Preface.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 meand 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 ----------------------- Page 7-----------------------when you owe them? It's, you know, wrong. So I spent the sixth grade somewhere between uncomfortable and unhappy, but I kept thinking that next year, next year, things would be different. We'd be in junior high ?a a big school ?a 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 alunatic. 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?aever 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 camphad ended, and I'd been so bored because there was nobody, absolutely nobody, inthe 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 anything better than kicking a soccer ball around, especially not the likes of laundry ordishes or vacuuming, but my mother didn't agree. And the danger of being home alone with her was that she'd recruit me to help her wash or dust or vacuum, andshe wouldn't tolerate the dribbling of a soccer ball around the house as I movedfrom chore to chore. To play it safe, I waited outside for weeks, just in case the new neighbors moved in early. Literally, it was weeks. I entertained myself by playing soccer with our dog, Champ. Mostly he'd just block because a dog can't exactly kick and score, but once in a while he'd dribble with his nose. The scent of a ball must overwhelm a dog, though, because Champ would eventuallytry to chomp it, then lose the ball to me. When the Loskis' moving van finally arrived, everyone in my family was happy. ?°Little Julianna?± was finally going to have a playmate. My mother, being the truly sensible adult that she is, made me wait more than an hour before going over to meet him. ?°Give them a chance tostretch their legs, Julianna,?± she said. ?°They'll want some time to adjust.?± She wouldn't even let me watch from the yard. ?°I know you, sweetheart. Somehow that ball will wind up in their yard and you'll just have to go retrieve it.?± So I watched from the window, and every few minutes I'd ask, ?°Now??± and she'd say, ?°Give them a little while longer, would you??± Then the phone rang. And the minute I was sure she was good and preoccupied, I tugged on her sleeve and asked, ?°Now??± She nodded and whispered, ?°Okay, but take it easy! I'll be overthere in a minute.?± I was too excited not to charge across the street, but I did try very hard to be civilized once I got to the moving van. I stood outside looking in for a record-breaking length of time, which was hard because there hewas! About halfway back! My new sure-to-be best friend, Bryce Loski. Bryce wasn't really doing much of anything. He was more hanging back, watching his‘The first is very happy indeed. “It is quite perfect!” says he. “My dear child, you may think so, but I do not think so. Take your measuring paper, and go over your copy more carefully; and you will see that not all the lines are straight.”Wilhelm, the man about whom I wrote to you -- that man so enviable in his misfortunes -- was secretary to Charlotte's father; and an unhappy passion for her which he cherished, concealed, and at length discovered, caused him to be dismissed from his situation. This made him mad. Think, whilst you peruse this plain narration, what an impression the circumstance has made upon me! But it was related to me by Albert with as much calmness as you will probably peruse it.噬魂手游
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