Shelly Stalls is a stupid donkey who says one thing to one person but the opposite to another. Now that we ’ re in junior high, she ’ s undoubtedly queen of small talks,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 warm-ups. Instead, she would go into her “ weak ” act, claiming her body would absolutely be ruined from sports if she ran or jumped. It worked. Every year, she ’ d bring in some note and be sure to faint( 晕倒 ) a little in front of the teacher the first few days of the year, after which didn ’ t need to do anything that required muscles. She never even put up her own chair at the end of the day. How weak. 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, she ’ d at least win the gold and silver--one medal for each side of her mouth. My solution to Shelly Stalls was to ignore her, which worked all the way until I saw her holding hands with Bryce. My Bryce. How could Shelly have put her hand into his? I rushed over and pushed her off him in two seconds but she came at me, dragging and pulling and twisting anything she could get her hands on, telling me that Bryce was hers and there was no way she was letting him go. I was hoping for teachers to appear so they could see the real Shelly Stalls in action, but it was too late by the time anyone arrived on the scene.