Buddy; Beware!
The Sycamore Tree
Brawk…Brawk…Brawk!
The Eggs
Get a Grip; Man
The Yard
Looming Large and Smelly
The Visit
The Serious Willies
The Dinner
Flipped
The Basket Boys
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Diving Under
All Ive ever wanted is for Juli Baker to leave me alone。 For her to back off — you know; just
give me some space。
It all started the summer before second grade when our moving van pulled into her
neighborhood。 And since were now about done with the
eighth grade; that; my friend; makes more than half a decade of strategic avoidance and
social disfort。
She didnt just barge into my life。 She barged and shoved and wedged her way into my life。
Did we invite her to get into our moving van and start
climbing all over boxes? No! But thats exactly what she did; taking over and showing off like
only Juli Baker can。
My dad tried to stop her。 “Hey!” he says as shes catapulting herself on board。 “What are you
doing? Youre getting mud everywhere!” So true;
too。 Her shoes were; like; caked with the stuff。
She didnt hop out; though。 Instead; she planted her rear end on the floor and started
pushing a big box with her feet。 “Dont you want some help?”
She glanced my way。 “It sure looks like you need it。”
I didnt like the implication。 And even though my dad had been tossing me the same sort of
look all week; I could tell — he didnt like this girl
either。 “Hey! Dont do that;” he warned her。 “There are some really valuable things in that
box。”
“Oh。 Well; how about this one?” She scoots over to a box labeled LENOX and looks my way
again。 “We should push it together!”
“No; no; no!” my dad says; then pulls her up by the arm。 “Why dont you run along home?
Your mothers probably wondering where you are。”