Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Megan Moriarty alliteration (n) when the same letter or sound occurs at the beginning of words that are next to each other or nearby Evan took a step back from Jessie and Megan and drove his hands into the pockets of his coat. "Well, that was just not nice. I mean, I don't care, but if you're going to write personal messages to everyone in the class, then you shouldn't leave one person out." Megan shook her head in disgust. "I didn't, you dumb jerk." "Yes, you did!" Evan was really angry now. His hearts were just store bought while everyone else's were made especially for them. He couldn't even show them to anyone! He'd had to

第19章梅根莫里亚蒂头韵(n)当相同的字母或声音出现在单词的开头时，彼此相邻或附近埃文从杰西和梅根身边退了一步，把手伸进外套口袋里。 “嗯，这可不好。 我的意思是，我不在乎，但如果你要给班上的每个人写私人信息，那么你就不应该漏掉一个人。” 梅金厌恶地摇了摇头。 “我没有，你这个笨蛋。” “是的，你说了！”埃文现在真的很生气。 他的心只是从商店买来的，而其他人的心都是专门为他们做的。 他甚至不能给任何人看！他不得不

hide them away or throw them in the trash. And it was Megan who had done such a mean thing? He had thought they were friends. He had liked her. Like-liked her. Megan wasn't crying now. She looked like she was going to punch him in the nose. "Those messages were just for you. You were the only one who got them. They were the most special of all." Evan stopped. What was she saying? He thought back to the three boxes of candy hearts he'd received. FOR YOU. BE MINE. I YOU. Suddenly, Evan's stomach dropped down to his ankles. "Oh," was all he said. Then he crossed his arms and stared off at his friends playing soccer. "What's going on?" Jessie looked first at Megan and then at Evan. "Why are you both so mad at each other? I thought you liked each other!" "I guess not," said Megan sharply. "Well," said Evan. But he couldn't think of a

把它们藏起来或者扔进垃圾桶。 是梅根干了这么卑鄙的事吗？ 他原以为他们是朋友。 他曾经喜欢过她。Like-liked她。 梅金现在不哭了。她看起来好像要一拳打在他鼻子上。 “那些留言只是给你的。 你是唯一一个得到它们的人。 它们是最特别的。” 艾凡停止。她在说什么？ 他回想起他收到的三盒心形糖果。 给你。是我的。我你。突然，埃文的肚子垂到了脚踝。 “哦，”他只说了一句。然后他交叉双臂，望着正在踢足球的朋友。 “发生什么事了？”杰西先看了看梅根，又看了看埃文。 “你们俩为什么这么生对方的气？” 我还以为你们喜欢对方呢！”“我想没有。”梅金尖锐地说。 “嗯，”埃文说。但他想不出一个

thing to say. It was as if every word in his brain had packed up and headed south to Florida for the winter. "Show her the poem," said Jessie, reaching into her grocery bag. Evan lunged for the bag and ripped it out of Jessie's hands so that she was left holding a single paper handle. "Hey! You can't do that!" she shouted, waving the torn handle, but Evan had already pulled out one of the newspapers and stuffed the grocery bag under his arm. He turned his back on the two girls and scanned the front page. There it was. Out in the open. For everyone to see. His poem. His love poem to Megan Moriarty.

要说的是。就好像他脑子里的每一个字都打包好了，向南前往佛罗里达过冬。 “给她看看那首诗，”杰西说着，把手伸进她的购物袋里。 埃文扑向袋子，把它从杰西手中扯了下来，只剩下一个纸把手。 “嘿!你不能这么做！”她喊道，挥舞着被撕破的把手，但埃文已经拿出一份报纸，把购物袋夹在腋下。 他背过身去看那两个女孩，浏览了一下头版。 它就在那儿。在户外。 让每个人都看到。他的诗。 他写给梅根·莫里亚蒂的情诗