pieceme10: переводы

→“I’m blind now,” Jason declared. “They’ve blinded me with their disgusting PDA.”

→“Ugh,” Becca said, averting her gaze.

→Lauren, who was in her convertible in front of us, got all excited and honked and waved back. Not at us. At Mark.

→And my heart, as it always does whenever I see Mark Finley, did a somersault in my chest.

→Now that Becca can sleep in until seven, she’s wide awake in class. Even Health, which you don’t necessarily have to stay awake for.

→I always thought Becca must have a very unsatisfactory home life, until I found out it was just because she had to get up at four every morning in order to catch the bus to school, since she lived so far out in the country.

→“BMW Courtesy, Crazytop,” Jason said. “What can I say? She drives a superior model. Ihave to let her in. It’s a moral obligation.”

→You can’t do any of that stuff from the backseat of Jason’s new car.

→From The Wall you can see Mark Finley adjust his rearview mirror so that he can see his own reflection and gently fluff up his bangs.

→From The Wall you can hear Bebe Johnson’s little chipmunk voice as she sings along with Ashlee Simpson on the radio.

→And making fun of them behind their backs while they do so.

→And I don’t think I could handle that. Thanks to Lauren Moffat, I’ve had five years of people laughing at—not with—me. I don’t think I can take any more.

→“Sorry, Bex,” Jason said. “You don’t have the recognizable facial characteristic—such as a huge chin, or a large amount of real estate between the eyes—that would merit the bestowing of a criminal mastermind nickname, such as Lockjaw or Walleye. Whereas Crazytop here…well, just look at her.”

→Yeah. With my parents? Not so much.

→That’s the kind of fantasy world my mom lives in. The kind where my friends and I get invited to fun back-to-school parties. It’s like she’s never heard of the Big Red Super Big Gulp incident. I mean, she was THERE when it happened. It’s her fault I had the Super Big Gulp in the first place, on account of her feeling so sorry for me after having taken me to get my braces tightened, she surprised me with a Super Big Gulp to drink in the car on the way back to Bloomville Junior High. What kind of parent lets a sixth grader bring a Super Big Gulp toschool ?

→Can I just point out that it was my idea to put the dolls behind glass, after I figured out we were losing about a doll a week to doll collectors, who are notoriously light-fingered when it comes to Madame Alexander, and who carry very roomy tote bags—generally with cats on them—into shops like ours for the sole purpose of adding to their collections without the pesky burden of actually having to pay for the dolls?

→Because behind the glass are about thirty Madame Alexander dolls, most of whom are based on fictional characters from books, like Marmee and Jo fromLittle Women and Heidi fromHeidi .

→The worst was the summer between sixth and seventh grades, when they made me go to Girl Scout Camp. All I wanted to do was stay home and work in the store. I am not what you’d call a big fan of nature, being basically a human chigger-and-mosquito magnet.

→I don’t know why I haven’t told Jason and Becca. About The Book, I mean. I’m not embarrassed about it—well, not much, anyway.

→I have to admit, since he got back from Europe, lying next to him on the floor—or in the grass on The Hill where we go a lot to look at the stars—gets me a little flustered, too.