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Julie Baker walked past me today once again.
We haven't talk after the tree was cut, she has not come at bus stop since, she came to school, however she didn't talk to ANYONE, not even Darla, not even me.
As long as I remember Julie has always been cheerful, stubborn girl who strictly stood her ground no matter what.
That's how she acted when we first met, I knew I would not be able to get her off of me.
Julie Baker was not type of girl to just give up, and I knew that for sure when she stayed on that sycamore tree for HOURS so it would not get cut off, I don't know how they got her off of there though, I really wish I did, but it's obvious that she did get off of me too, she didn't look at me or talk to me or annoyed me, I wonder if she is mad at me, I wanted to tell her that I was sorry that the tree was cut, but I realized that she'll probably snap at me, because that's how she is, I know Julie Baker too well to do that, at the same time, I am not close enough with her to tell her that.
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I was so mad that the tree was cut, I was even more at the person who ordered to cut it, even mad at my father for getting me down from the tree, and mostly I was mad at Bryce, at my friends, they left and no one stayed, no one did, they didn't help me!
I haven't gone to school by bus for two days, I ride with my bike, I don't want to ever pass that place, EVER again!
I haven't talked to Bryce, and neither has he, he has not said a word to me, every time I pasted him, or sat in same class, near to him in library, he has not uttered a word to me.
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My dad was mad again,[1] this was fourth time mom had warned him to washed his plates after eating this week, and he was on nerves, I sometimes don't understand my own father, what's wrong with washing your own plates anyways? He always had something to say when I was little and my mother would scold me for not being responsible for my own mess
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It was 5 P.M I was still doing my project for English presentation, I could not focus at all, and it was unknown for me of why I could not, and why I was thinking about Julie Baker, she is so annoying, she doesn't leave, even after she got quiet! She can't leave me for a second!
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It was finally next morning, I didn't sleep half night, I kept moving in bed, kept thinking about Bryce, why didn't he talk to me today? Yesterday? Is he mad at me? But why should he be???I am the one who should be mad! He didn't help me! I thought we were friends, good friends it is true that we never really talked! But at least we watched each other, all these years!
I couldn't wait till morning came, so I could be freed from night silence, and finally able to move around on my mind.
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I was eating breakfast before school, it was eggs, some beef, and salad.
I am about to hate eggs! Eggs in morning, at noon, evening or night! Monday to Sunday every day was filled with eggs!
We had them at the top of our throat now!
After breakfast I took my bag, and rode to school with my bicycle, I took different way to school because I didn't want to meet anyone at bus top, or didn't want to see sycamore tree cut down, my sycamore!
I was riding to school, and thinking about anything, but sycamore and Bryce, I didn't want to think about them.
It was so annoying how I still couldn't get over Bryce, he is annoying annoying and annoying, and his friend Garrett is even more annoying! I hate him! He makes Bryce think things he would not usually think! And do or say things he would not, I know him, I know Bryce too well, I know he would help me if Garrett didn't call him to get on bus!
-aaa!
I was spend in thousands of thoughts ,I had angry stern look at my face once again, that didn't get away from me since the tree was cut, I didn't focus on bike, but rather on what I was thinking about.
That led me to bumping into someone, right with my bike!
-Oh my god!
I fell from my bike, and the guy fell backwards, I hurt my knee, the bike fell on my leg, and it got below it
I struggled to stand up
the guy stood before me and helped me get up, it was obvious that he was hurt, he's for scratches on his legs and hands
I hold his hand and he forced on it to help me stand up
-I am so sorry ,I was not looking, I was mad and lost in thoughts and I-
-It's okay, it's all okay
the guy let out a small chuckle and smile stayed on his lips
-No it's not, oh my, I am so sorry, are you okay? are you hurt anywhere else?!
-no, I am all okay, however you look hurt
-no, no I am all okay, I am used to having bruises and scratches on my leg
I put my right leg behind my left one and raised it a little
-used to?
-yeah, I move around a lot
-uh, I see
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-but you look familiar to me from somewhere...
he continued
-I live near
I said ,suddenly stopped and frowned
-I was posted into news magazine two days ago
-oh, you are JULIE BAKER!
-Yes I am
-I know now! My sister admires you!
-Really? But why does she?
-She admires Sycamore trees, to be exact-
the guy rolled his eyes, as he ruffled his hair with his right hand and I noticed the hand watch on his wrist
I grabbed his hand
-Oh my god! I will be late
I jumped back on my bicycle which was in please-help-me situation right now
-See you later?
-William, William Browns!
-Goodbye Will!
-Goodbye, miss Sycamore I guess?
I chuckled and rode my bicycle in hurry!
-I live two blocks away in 13!
I heard a loud shout when I turned to another street.
[1] I headcanoned him sexist