Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Copyright copyright (n) the exclusive legal right of the author of a work to publish the work or allow someone else to publish it Jessie took off after Evan. He was a much faster runner than she was, and he'd gotten a head start, so when she rounded the back of the school, he was out of sight. Jessie kept running until she came to the kindergarten playground, which was all the way on the other side of the school. The big kids weren't allowed on the kindergarten playground, but Jessie spotted Evan tucked into a corner of a wall, protected from the wind and out of sight of anyone in the school. He was reading one of her newspapers, with the grocery bag full of papers at his feet.

第二章版权版权(n)作品作者出版或允许他人出版该作品的专有权。杰西在埃文之后离开了。 他跑得比她快得多，而且他抢在了她前面，所以当她绕到学校后面时，他已经看不见了。 杰西一直跑着，直到她来到幼儿园的操场，那是在学校的另一边。 大孩子是不允许进入幼儿园操场的，但杰西发现埃文躲在墙角里，挡风，学校里任何人都看不见他。 他正在看她的一份报纸，脚边放着装满报纸的购物袋。

Jessie marched up to him and said, "Give me back my newspapers!" "You're not handing these out," he said. "Yes, I am!" "No. You're. Not." "You're not the boss of me, Evan Treski!" Jessie reached for the bag, but Evan grabbed it and pivoted, just like he did on the basketball court, and avoided her attack. "Yeah, but I'm bigger and taller and OLDER. So too bad for you." Jessie lunged at her brother. "They're mine, and I want them back!" Evan stiff-armed her and held the bag and the paper higher so that she couldn't get it. "Quit it!" he said. "Let me read!" Suddenly Jessie realized that Evan was her first reader. She stopped grabbing for the papers and instead watched him. This is what she had wanted all along: to write something that people couldn't put down.

杰西大步走到他面前说：“把报纸还给我！”“你不能把这些分发出去，”他说。 “是的，我是！”“没有。你。没有。” “你不是我的老板，埃文·特雷斯基！”杰西伸手去拿包，但埃文抓住了它，像在篮球场上那样转身，避开了她的攻击。 “是啊，但我更大、更高、更老。 这对你太糟糕了。”杰西扑向她哥哥。 “它们是我的，我要拿回来！”埃文硬着她的胳膊，把包和纸举得更高，这样她就拿不到了。 “住手！”他说。“让我读！”杰西突然意识到埃文是她的第一个读者。 她不再伸手去拿报纸，而是看着他。 这就是她一直以来的愿望：写一些让人爱不释手的东西。

Evan placed the bag of papers on the ground between his feet. He was a slow reader, and it took him a long time to get all the way to the end of the frontpage article. Jessie watched as he flipped the paper over to the back page and read the answer to the mystery of the candy hearts. Then he looked at her, and the look on his face was one she knew well. He was about to explain something to her. "Look, Jess," he said. "I should be really mad at you, and I am, but I know you just don't... get this. Here's the thing: You can't hand this paper out." He shuffled his feet together so that the grocery bag of newspapers was more safely wedged between his legs. "Why?" she asked. She had the sinking feeling that she had done something that wasn't right. Something that other kids would have understood, but somehow she didn't. "Isn't it good?" "Well, yeah, it's good," said Evan. "You did a

埃文把那袋文件放在两脚之间的地上。 他的阅读速度很慢，他花了很长时间才把头版文章读完。 杰西看着他把报纸翻到最后一页，读着心形糖果之谜的答案。 然后他看着她，他脸上的表情是她非常熟悉的。 他正要向她解释些什么。 “看，杰西，”他说。“我真的应该生你的气，我真的很生气，但我知道你只是不…… 得到这个。事情是这样的：你不能把这张纸分发出去。” 他拖着双脚，这样装报纸的购物袋就能更安全地夹在两腿之间。 “为什么？”她问。她有一种不祥的预感，觉得自己做了什么不对的事。 别的孩子能理解的，她却不明白。 “是不是很好？”“嗯，是的，很好，”埃文说。 “你做了一件事。

great job writing up the mystery with all the clues." Evan nodded his head. "It's really good." "So why can't I hand it out? I bet the other kids will want to read it, too." "But you're going to embarrass Megan and probably get her in a lot of trouble. I mean, you tell everyone that she wrote on the bathroom door and that she handed out candy in school. She'll get sent to the principal for sure and maybe even suspended." "Well, she should have thought about that before she did those things!" said Jessie. Jessie believed in following rules. Then again, here she was on the kindergarten playground. And she'd been planning to hand out her newspapers before Mrs. Overton had a chance to look at them. Which was not breaking a rule, really, but she knew she wasn't supposed to do it. Jessie looked around quickly to see whether anyone had noticed that she was on the playground. Or whether Mrs. Overton was

很好地用所有的线索写出了这个谜题。” 埃文点了点头。“真的很好。” “那我为什么不能发呢？” 我敢打赌其他孩子也会想读这本书的。” “但你会让梅金难堪，可能会给她带来很多麻烦。 我是说，你告诉所有人她在浴室门上写字她在学校发糖果。 她肯定会被送到校长那里，甚至可能被停学。” “嗯，她在做那些事情之前应该想到这一点！”杰西说。 杰西相信遵守规则。 然后，她又出现在幼儿园的操场上。 她本来打算在奥弗顿太太有机会看报纸之前把报纸分发出去。 这并没有违反规定，但她知道她不应该这么做。 杰西迅速环顾四周，看看是否有人注意到她在操场上。 也不知道奥弗顿太太是不是

hunting for her. "But do you really want to be the one who gets Megan in trouble? I mean, come on. It's Megan. She's the nicest person in the whole fourth grade." It was true. Megan was always doing nice things for other people. She never excluded anyone or teased. She was the best friend Jessie had ever had besides Evan. "And, Jess, in the survey results, you list names. You write in all the names of the kids that other kids have crushes on." "But I don't tell who has a crush on who! I don't even know. The surveys were all anonymous." "Yeah, but think how a kid might feel whose name isn't listed even once. Pretty lousy." "Why?" asked Jessie. She really didn't get it. Why would anyone care if someone had a crush on them? It didn't make any sense to her. Then she thought about the missing survey and the

找她。“但你真的想成为给梅根惹麻烦的人吗？” 我是说，拜托。梅根。 她是整个四年级最好的人。” 这是真的。梅根总是为别人做好事。 她从不排斥或取笑任何人。 她是杰西除了埃文之外最好的朋友。 “还有，杰西，在调查结果中，你列出了一些名字。 你把其他孩子喜欢的孩子的名字都写进去。” “但我不知道谁喜欢谁！”我都不知道。 这些调查都是匿名的。” “是啊，但想想一个孩子的名字一次都没被列出来会是什么感觉。 很糟糕的。”“为什么？”杰西问。 她真的不明白。为什么会有人在意别人是否喜欢他们呢？ 这对她来说毫无意义。 然后她想到了失踪的调查和

name listed at the bottom of it: hers. She didn't know how she felt about that, but it was definitely a strange feeling. "And, Jess!" Now Evan's voice did get angry— the same tone as when she'd gone into his room without his permission. "What about my poem? Huh? Where did you even get that?" Jessie's voice came out very small. "From the trash." "You took something out of my trash can?" Jessie could hear the heat in Evan's voice. She didn't want him to be angry. She had wanted to make him happy and proud. "It looked like a turtle," she said. "And then I opened it up." She shook her head in confusion. "I thought you'd be happy to have your poem published. You should be proud that you write such good poetry. Mom said the poem you wrote for Grandma is one of the best poems she's ever read." "But it's private, Jess," said Evan. "Don't you

下面写着她的名字。 她不知道自己是什么感觉，但这绝对是一种奇怪的感觉。 ”,杰斯!”现在埃文的声音真的生气了——和她未经他允许就走进他房间时的语气一样。 “那我的诗呢？”嗯?你从哪儿弄来的？”杰西的声音很小。 “从垃圾里捡来的。”“你从我的垃圾桶里拿了东西？”杰西能听出埃文声音里的愤怒。 她不想让他生气。 她想让他快乐和自豪。 “它看起来像一只乌龟，”她说。 “然后我把它打开了。” 她困惑地摇了摇头。 “我以为你会很高兴你的诗发表了。 你应该为你的诗写得这么好而感到自豪。 妈妈说你给奶奶写的诗是她读过的最好的诗之一。” “但这是私人的，杰西，”埃文说。 “你不