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g　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

anything　better　than　kicking　a　soccer　ball　around；　especially　not　the　likes　of　laundry　or　di