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Bryce Loski

All ever wanted was for Juli Baker to leave me alone. It all began in the summer of 1957,before the start of second grade.

-Here we are. –haha –What do you guys think? –I like this place. –It’s cool. –Uh,what color is my room?

Just you wait.

-L et’s see what’s inside. –Hey, come on, buddy Bryce. Why don’t, uh, you and I go help unload the van„and the womenfolk here can get in the kitchen and start setting up. –Okay. Dad.

For me, it was the beginning of what would be„more than half a decade of strategic avoidance and social discomfort.

-Hi, I’m Juli Baker. –Hey, hey, what are you doing? –Don’t you want some help? –No. there’s some valuable things in there. –How about this one? –No, no, no. Run home, your mother’s probably wondering where you are. –Oh, no,my mom knows where I am. She said it’s fine. –It didn’t take long to realize this girl could not take a hint. –It’s crowded in here with three people. –I don’t mind. –Of any kind. –You wanna push this one together? –Bryce, isn’t it time for you to g o help your mother? –Huh? Oh, yeah.

I mean, nothing would stop her. I was about to tell her to get lost when the weirdest thing happened. I couldn’t believe it. There I was holding hands with this strange girl. How did I get into this mess? –Well, hello. I see you’ve met my son. –Uh-huh.

Finally, I did the only manly thing available when you’re 7 years old. However, my troubles were far from over.. The minute I walked into Miss Yelson’s classroom„-Bryce? You’re here. It was clear, school would not be a sanctuary. –Hey, Bryce, where’s your girlfriend? I was branded for life. –Hey, Bryce,why don’t you ask her to marry you? –Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. My first year in town was a

disaster.(Look at them) And the next three weren’t much better. But finally, in the sixth grade, I took action. I hatched the plan. –Sherry. Sherry, wait up. –Hi, Bryce. Heh. I asked out Sherry Stalls (I was wondering if you wanted to go„). To full appreciate the brilliance of this plan„you have to understand that Juli always hated Sherry

Stalls„though I never understood why. Sherry was nice, friendly and she had a lot of hair.

-At first, my mother wouldn’t let me get my ears pierced, but I begged„ The idea was that Sherry would eat with me maybe we’d walk around t ogether, and hopefully Juli would lost interest. –But I still can’t get the hoops till I’m 16. –Oh, that’s a shame. –So Melanie wanted to get her ears pierced, but of course her mother said no. So she threw a fit and smashed her Johnny Mathis Greatest Hits album and she got grounded, so now she can’t come to my pajama sleepover party.

Things were unfolding quite nicely.

-What are you doing for your science project?

That is, until my supposed best friend, Garrett Einbinder took an interest in Sherry himself.

-I was thinking of showing how split ends react with different hair conditioners. –That’s fascinating.

Loyalty gave way to dedire and Garrett, the turncoat told Sherry what I was up to. –Jerk. She didn’t take it well. Word got back to Juli, and pretty soon she started up with the goo-goo eyes again. Only this time it was worse. She started sniffing me. That’s right, sniffing me. What’s that all about? My only consolation was that next year would be different. Junior high, bigger school. Maybe we’d be in different classes and it would finally, finally be over.

回答人的补充 2010-12-15 09:28

Juli Baker

The first day I met Bryce Loski, I flipped. It was those eyes, something in those dazzling eyes.

-You wanna push this one together? His family had just moved into the neighborhood and I’d gone to help them. I’d been in the van all of two minutes when his dad sent him off to help his mom. I could see he didn’t wanna go. So I chased after him to see if we could play a little before he got trapped inside. The next thing I know, he’s holdidng my hand and looking right into my eyes. My heart stopped. Was this it? Would this be my first kiss? But then his mother came out. –Well, hello. And he was so embarrassed, his cheeks turned completely red. I went to bed that night thinking of the kiss that might have been. I mean, it was clear he has feelings for me, but he was just too shy to show them. My mother said boys were like that. So I decided to help him out. –Bryce? You’re here. I

would give him plenty of opportunity to get over his shyness. By the sixth grade, I’d learned to control myself. Then Sherry Stalls entered the picture. Sherry Stalls was nothing but a whiny, gossipy, backstabbing flirt. All hair and no substance. And she was holding hands with Bryce. My Bryce. The one who was walking around with my first kiss. My solution was to ignore her. I knew a boy of Bryce’s caliber would eventually see through a shallow conniver like Sherry Stalls. It took all of a week. Then broke up at recess. She didn’t take it well. Now that Bryce was out of Sherry’s evil clutches, he start ed being nicer to me. –Hi, Juli. –Hi, Bryce. He was so shy and so cute and his hair, it smelled like watermelon. I couldn’t get enough of it. I spent the whole year secretly sniffing watermelon and wondering if I was ever going to get my kiss.

回答人的补充 2010-12-15 11:13

Bryce Loski

Seventh grade brought changes, all right. But the biggest one didn’t happen at school. It happened at home. My grandfather came to live with us. Mom said he stared like that because he missed Grandma. That was not something Grandpa would ever talk about with me. As a matter of fact, he never talked about much of anything with me. That is, until Juli appeared in the local newspaper.

-Oh, Bryce. My I speak with you? –What? –Have a seat, son. –Tell me about your friend Juli Baker. –Juli. She’s not exactly my friend. –Oh. Why’s that? –Why do you wanna know?

Now, Juli Baker did not wind up in The Mayfield Times for being an eighth-grade Einstein. No, she got front-page coverage because she refused to climb out of a sycamore tree. Juli Baker and that stupid sycamore tree. She always thought it was God’s gift to our little corner of the universe. –Hey, Bryce. Wanna come climb the tree with me and my brothers? –No, thanks. –Bryce. Come up here. It’s fun. You can see everything. –I can’t. My dad needs me to help him fix„a thing. That’s all I needed. Climb up a tree with Juli Baker. I’d be dragged right back into the second grade. Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree. Why don’t you just make me eat lima beans for the rest of my life. –It’s three blocks away. Two blocks. One block away. –Like that’s valuable information. –I hate it when she does that. I like to think there’s at least a chance the bus won’t show.

-I think the tree looks particularly beautiful in this light. Don’t you? –If by “beautiful” you mean “unbeliebably ugly”, then, yes. I would agree. –You’re just visually challenged. I feel sorry for you.

“Visually challenged”? “Visually challenged”? This from the girl who lived in a house that was the joke of the neighborhood? They had bushes growing over windows and weeds all over the place. It bugged my dad bigtime. –Oh, there he is. The bricklayer who thinks he’s a painter. That truck’s not ugly enough in real life? He’s gotta make a painting of it? –No, he does landscapes. Sells them at the county fair. People say they’re beautiful. –Landscapes? Let me tell you something. The world would have more beauty in it if he’d do a little landscaping on that piece of crap he calls a yard. –I feel bad for his wife. She married a dreamer. Because of that, one of the two of them will always be unhappy. –Yeah, fine. But why do we have to be unhappy?

As annoying sa the yard was to my dad it was nothing compared to how annoying Juli Baker was in that tree. “Three blocks away.” Every morning we had to listen to the sound of her blow-by-blow traffic report. “Two blocks.” There you go.

-Why do they call it The Three Stooges? –I mean, there’s five of them. –What? –Well, yeah, there’s Moe, Larry, Curly, Shemp and Curly Joe. Yeah, but they only have three at a time. –Yeah. –You know, I hate Curly Joe. I mean, he shouldn’t even be a Stooge.

-Listen, girl. I’m this close to calling the police. You are trespassing and obstructing progress on a contracted job. –What’s going on? –Either you come down or we’re gonna cut you down. -Bryce.You guys, come up here with me. They won’t cut it down if we’re all up here. –Bus, bus, bus. Juli was frantic. They wanted to cut down the tree. I couldn’t understand why that mutant tangle of gnarly branches meant so much to her. -Bryce, please. I felt bad for her. –Leave her. But I wasn’t about to cut school over it. –Come on, bros.

-Why isn’t she your friend, Bryce? –You’d have to know Juli. –Well, I’d like to. –Why? –That girl has an iron backbone. Why don’t you invite her over sometime? –An iron backbone? She’s just stubborn and she’s pushy beyond belief. –Is that so? –And she’s been stalking me since the since the second grade. –Well, a girl like that doesn’t live next door to everyone. –Lucky them. –Read this. Without prejudice. Like I needed to know anything more about Juli Baker. Juli wasn’t at the bus stop the next morning. Or the morning after that. She was at school, but you’d never know it. –Little Joe? He’s got so much makeup on„ -He doesn’t age. I told myself I should be glad about it. I mean, isn’t that what I’d always wanted? But still, I felt bad for her. I was gonna tell her I was sorry, but then I thought, hey, no„Juli Baker thinking I missed her.