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Flipped        
by Wendelin Van Draanen      
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More praise for FLIPPED:        
“We flipped over this fantastic book; its gutsy girl Juli and its wise; wonderful ending。”    
—The Chicago Tribune        
“Delightful! Delicious! And totally teen。”    
—BookPage        
* “With a charismatic leading lady kids will flip over; a pelling dynamic between the two    
narrators and a resonant ending; this novel is a great    
deal larger than the sum of its parts。”    
—Publishers Weekly; Starred        
“A wonderful; light…hearted novel。”    
—Library Talk        
“This is a wry character study; a romance with substance and subtlety。”    
—Booklist        
“A highly agreeable romantic edy。”    
—Kirkus Reviews        
Dedicated with infinite love to Colton and Connor; who make me feel like so much more than    
the sum of my parts。        
Special thanks to… my husband; Mark Parsons; who helps me feel the magic;    
and my excellent editor; Nancy Siscoe; for her care and insight (and for making me stick to a    
reduced…filler diet)。    
Also; eternal gratitude to Tad Callahan and Patricia Gabel; who were on the ball when we    
needed it most。    
Finally; thanks to Jeanne Madrid and the staff at Casa De Vida—may you keep the spirit。        
CONTENTS    
Diving Under    
Flipped    
Buddy; Beware!    
The Sycamore Tree    
Brawk…Brawk…Brawk!    
The Eggs    
Get a Grip; Man    
The Yard    
Looming Large and Smelly    
The Visit    
The Serious Willies    
The Dinner    
Flipped    
The Basket Boys      
……… Page 3………   
Diving Under    
All I've ever wanted is for Juli Baker to leave me alone。 For her to back off — you know; just    
give me some space。    
It all started the summer before second grade when our moving van pulled into her    
neighborhood。 And since we're now about done with the    
eighth grade; that; my friend; makes more than half a decade of strategic avoidance and    
social disfort。    
She didn't just barge into my life。 She barged and shoved and wedged 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 Juli 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 everywhere!” So true;    
too。 Her shoes were; like; caked with the stuff。    
She didn't hop out; though。 Instead; she planted her rear end on the floor and started    
pushing a big box with her feet。 “Don't you want some help?”    
She glanced my way。 “It sure looks like you need it。”    
I didn't like the implication。 And even though my dad had been tossing me the same sort of    
look all week; I could tell — he didn't like this girl    
either。 “Hey! Don't do that;” he warned her。 “There are some really valuable things in that    
box。”    
“Oh。 Well; how about this one?” She scoots over to a box labeled LENOX and looks my way    
again。 “We should push it together!”    
“No; no; no!” my dad says; then pulls her up by the arm。 “Why don't you run along home?    
Your mother's probably wondering where you are。”    
This was the beginning of my soon…to…bee…acute awareness that the girl cannot take a    
hint。 Of any kind。 Does she zip on home like a kid    
should when they've been invited to leave? No。 She says; “Oh; my mom knows where I am。    
She said it was fine。” Then she points across the street    
and says; “We just live right over there。”    
My father looks to where she's pointing and mutters; “Oh boy。” Then he looks at me and    
winks as he says; “Bryce; isn't it time for you to go inside    
and help your mother?”    
I knew right off that this was a ditch play。 And I didn't think about it until later; but ditch wasn't    
a play I'd run with my dad before。 Face it; pulling a    
ditch is not something discussed with dads。 It's like; against parental law to tell your kid it's    
okay to ditch someone; no matter how annoying or    
muddy they might be。    
But there he was; putting the play in motion; and man; he didn't have to wink twice。 I smiled    
and said; “Sure thing!” then jumped off the liftgate and    
headed for my new front door。    
I heard her ing after me but I couldn't believe it。 Maybe it just sounded like she was    
chasing me; maybe she was really going the other way。    
But before I got up the nerve to look; she blasted right past me; grabbing my arm and    
yanking me along。    
This was too much。 I planted myself and was about to tell her to get lost when the weirdest    
thing happened。 I was making this big windmill motion    
to break away from her; but somehow on the downswing my hand wound up tangling into    
hers。 I couldn't believe it。 There I was; holding the mud    
monkey's hand!    
I tried to shake her off; but she just clamped on tight and yanked me along; saying; “C'mon!”    
My mom came out of the house and immediately got the world's sappiest look on her face。    
“Well; hello;” she says to Juli。    
“Hi!”      
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I'm still trying to pull free; but the girl's got me in a death grip。 My mom's grinning; looking at    
our hands and my fiery red face。 “And what's your    
name; honey?”    
“Julianna Baker。 I live right over there;” she says; pointing with her unoccupied hand。    
“Well; I see you've met my son;” she says; still grinning away。    
“Uh…huh!”    
Finally I break free and do the only manly thing available when you're seven years old — I    
dive behind my mother。    
Mom puts her arm around me and says; “Bryce; honey; why don't you show Julianna around    
the house?”    
I flash her help and warning signals with every part of my body; but she's not receiving。 Then    
she shakes me off and says; “Go on。”    
Juli would've tramped right in if my mother hadn't noticed her shoes and told her to take them    
off。 And after those were off; my mom told her that    
her dirty socks had to go; too。 Juli wasn't embarrassed。 Not a bit。 She just peeled them off    
and left them in a crusty heap on our porch。    
I didn't exactly give her a tour。 I locked myself in the bathroom instead。 And after about ten    
minutes of yelling back at her that no; I wasn't ing    
out anytime soon; things got quiet out in the hall。 Another ten minutes went by before I got    
the nerve to peek out the door。    
No Juli。    
I snuck out and looked around; and yes! She was gone。    
Not a very sophisticated ditch; but hey; I was only seven。    
My troubles were far from over; though。 Every day she came back; over and over again。    
“Can Bryce play?” I could hear her asking from my hiding    
place behind the couch。 “Is he ready yet?” One time she even cut across the yard and looked    
through my window。 I spotted her in the nick of time    
and dove under my bed; but man; that right there tells you something about Juli Baker。 She's    
got no concept of personal space。 No respect for    
privacy。 The world is her playground; and watch out below — Juli's on the slide!    
Lucky for me; my dad was willing to run block。 And he did it over and over again。 He told her    
I was busy or sleeping or just plain gone。 He was a    
lifesaver。    
My sister; on the other hand; tried to sabotage me any chance she got。 Lyta's like that。    
She's four years older than me; and buddy; I've learned    
from watching her how not to run your life。 She's got ANTAGONIZE written all over her。 Just    
look at her — not cross…eyed or with your tongue sticking    
out or anything — just look at her and you've started an argument。    
I used to knock…down…drag…out with her; but it's just not worth it。 Girls don't fight fair。 They pull    
your hair and gouge you and pinch you; then they run    
off gasping to mommy when you try and defend yourself with a fist。 Then you get locked into    
time…out; and for what? No; my friend; the secret is;    
don't snap at the bait。 Let it dangle。 Swim around it。 Laugh it off。 After a while they'll give up    
and try to lure someone else。    
At least that's the way it is with Lyta。 And the bonus of having her as a pain…in…the…rear    
sister was figuring out that this method works on    
everyone。 Teachers; jerks at school; even Mom and Dad。 Seriously。 There's no winning    
arguments with your parents; so why get all pumped up over    
them? It is way better to dive down and get out of the way than it is to get clobbered by some    
parental tidal wave。    
The funny thing is; Lyta's still clueless when it es to dealing with Mom and Dad。 She    
goes straight into thrash mode and is too busy    
drowning in the argument to take a deep breath and dive for calmer water。    
And she thinks I'm stupid。      
……… Page 5………   
Anyway; true to form; Lyta tried to bait me with Juli those firs

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