迪文小说

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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　dont

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　shes　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　Im　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　shes　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　Julis　perfect

answers；　written　in　perfect　cursive；　were　right　across　the　aisle；　just　an　eye…shot　away。　You

wouldnt　believe　the　number　of　answers　I　snagged　from

her。　I　started　getting　As　and　Bs　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。

Shed　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。　Shed