My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the … - Wendelin Van Draanen

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Wendelin Van Draanen

My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed. " He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again.

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Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong. " I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?" "Do I. . . you mean Jon?" "Yes!" "Well, sure. He's nice and -" "No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. "Well, no. I mean, not like that. . . . " No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then. . .

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Then I saw Juli. She was two tables away from me, facing my direction. Only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Jon, her eyes all sparkly and laughing. My heart lurched. What was she laughing about? What were they talking about? How could she sit there and look so. . . beautiful? I felt myself spinning out of control. It was weird. Like I couldn't even steer my own body. I'd always thought Jon was pretty cool, but right then I wanted to go over and throw him across the room.

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I realize something. That wasn't a finish line for me. . . This is my new starting line.

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Don't sum up a person based on what you see, or what you don't understand; get to know them

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I liked it. I liked her. And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I'm not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens. Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don't know. All I know is that compared to her, Shelly and Miranda seemed so. . . ordinary.

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