made me chase after that kiss; but to be honest; it
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was probably more those blue eyes。 All through the second and third grades I couldnt seem
to stop myself from following him; from sitting by him;
from just wanting to be near him。
By the fourth grade Id learned to control myself。 The sight of him—the thought of him—still
sent my heart humming; but my legs didnt actually
chase after him anymore。 I just watched and thought and dreamed。
Then in the fifth grade Shelly Stalls came into the picture。 Shelly Stalls is a ninny。 A whiny;
gossipy; backstabbing ninny who says one thing to one
person and the opposite to another。 Now that were in junior high; shes the undisputed diva
of drama; but even back in elementary school she knew
how to put on a performance。 Especially when it came to P。E。 I never once saw her run laps
or do calisthenics。 Instead; she would go into her
“delicate” act; claiming her body would absolutely collapse from the strain if she ran or
jumped or stretched。
It worked。 Every year。 Shed bring in some note and be sure to swoon a little for the teacher
the first few days of the year; after which shed be
excused from anything that required muscles。 She never even put up her own chair at the
end of the day。 The only muscles she exercised regularly
were the ones around her mouth; and those she worked out nonstop。 If there was an
Olympic contest for talking; Shelly Stalls would sweep the
event。 Well; shed at least win the gold and silver— one medal for each side of her mouth。
What bugged me about it was not the fact that she got out of P。E。—whod want her on their
team; anyway? What bugged me about it was that
anyone who bothered to look would know that it wasnt asthma or weak ankles or her being
“delicate” that was stopping her。 It was her hair。 She
had mountains of it; twisted this way or that; clipped or beaded; braided or swirled。 Her
ponytails rivaled the ones on carousel horses。 And on the
days she let it all hang down; shed sort of shimmy and cuddle inside it like it was a blanket;
so that practically all you saw of her face was her nose。
Good luck playing four…square with a blanket over your head。
My solution to Shelly Stalls was to ignore her; which worked just dandy until about halfway