All I've ever wanted is for Julie Baker（面包师） to leave me alone, for her to back（支持） off. You know, just give me some space. It all started the summer before second grade（等级） when our moving van pulled into her neighborhood（街区）. And since we're now about done with the eighth grade, that, my friend, makes more than half a decade（十年） of strategic（战略上的） avoidance（ 避免） and social discomfort. She didn't just barge（蹒跚） into my life. She barged and shoved（ 推挤） and wedged（楔入） her way into my life.

  Did we invite her to get into our moving van and start climbing all over boxes? No. But that's exactly what she did, taking over and showing off like only Julie Baker can. My dad tried to stop her. "Hey," he says as she's catapulting herself on board. "What are you doing? You're getting mud（软泥） everywhere."

  So true, too. Her shoes were, like, caked with this stuff（材料）. She didn't hop（单足跳跃〔跳行〕） out, though（ 虽然）. Instead, she planted her rear（后方的） end on the floor and started pushing a big box with her feet.