5.他们分手了

I would give him plenty of opportunity to get over his shyness.

By the sixth grade, I'd learned to control myself.

Then Sherry Stalls entered the picture.

Sherry Stalls was nothing but a whiny,

gossipy, backstabbing flirt.

All hair and no substance.

And there she was. . .

. . . holding hands with Bryce. My Bryce.

The one was walking around with my first kiss.

My solution was to ignore her. I knew a boy of Bryce's caliber. . .