![]() ![]() Through this world, she knew well, she would waltz unscathed. This, thank God, was the real world, where the sharp and unscrupulous got a seat on the bus. She lowered the book and looked around with relief. Like me, she mused, but with a difference: THEY usually paid for their sins by being stalked, sliced, or saut�ed in the end. She'd come across characters like this, in books like this, plenty of times. To sell any of his weird creations.ĭanielle smirked. ![]() Cross-eyed, she flipped through the pages to her place. Danielle rolled her eyes, unzipped her pack, pulled out PROM NIGHT MASSACRE, and opened it in front of her face. She felt poison-tipped glances thrust at her by her neighbors. Last to board, the blind woman halted directly before her and groped for a handhold. She grabbed it, pretending not to notice the parade of the old and infirm shuffling past. She also saw that it was the last seat left. ![]() She saw the sign above the seat reserving it for senior citizens. ![]() Mixing body mechanics and brazen gall, she edged past a bent-backed, blind woman and her dog, then two tottering veterans of San Juan Hill, then a mother with triplets, and squeezed onto the bus. All rights reserved.:ĭanielle despised waiting in lines. Paul Fleischman is one of America's leading writers for young people and has won many awards, including a Newbery Medal (the US equivalent of the Carnegie Medal). ![]()
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