Absolutely, that’s what it had to be! Shelly Stalls was too delicate to shake off, too swirly to be pushed away.
She’d unravel and start sniffling and oh, how embarrassing that would be for him! No, this wasn’t a job a boy could do gracefully.
This was a job for a girl. I didn’t even bother checking around for other candidates—I had her off of him in two seconds flat.
Bryce ran away the minute he was free, but not Shelly. Oh, no-no-no!
She came at me, scratching and pulling and twisting anything she could get her hands on,
telling me that Bryce was hers and there was no way she was letting him go.
How delicate. I was hoping for herds of teachers to appear so they could see the real Shelly Stalls in action,
but it was too late by the time anyone arrived on the scene.
I had Fluffy in a headlock and her arm twisted back in a hammerlock,
and no amount of her squawking or scratching was going to get me to unlock her until a teacher arrived.
In the end, Shelly went home early with a bad case of mussed-up hair, while I told my side of things to the principal.
Mrs. Shultz is a sturdy lady who probably secretly appreciates the value of a swift kick well placed,
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