elly Stalls came into the picture。 Shelly Stalls is a ninny。 A whiny；
gossipy； backstabbing ninny who says one thing to one
person and the opposite to another。 Now that we're in junior high； she's the undisputed diva
of drama； 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 calisthenics。 Instead； she would go into her
“delicate” act； claiming her body would absolutely collapse from the strain if she ran or
jumped or stretched。
It worked。 Every year。 She'd bring in some note and be sure to swoon a little for the teacher
the first few days of the year； after which she'd be
excused from anything that required muscles。 She never even put up her own chair at the
end of the day。 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。
What bugged me about it was not the fact that she got out of P。E。—who'd want her on their
team； anyway？ What bugged me about it was that
anyone who bothered to look would know that it wasn't asthma or weak ankles or her being
“delicate” that was stopping her。 It was her hair。 She
had mountains of it； twisted this way