Hoot
Excerpt
Roy would not have noticed the strange boy if it weren't for Dana Matherson,
because Roy ordinarily didn't look out the window of the school bus. He
preferred to read comics and mystery books on the morning ride to Trace Middle.
But on this day, a Monday (Roy would never forget), Dana Matherson grabbed Roy's
head from behind and pressed his thumbs into Roy's temple, as if he were
squeezing a soccer ball. The older kids were supposed to stay in the back of the
bus, but Dana had snuck up behind Roy's seat and ambushed him. When Roy tried to
wriggle free, Dana mushed his face against the window.
It was then, squinting through the smudged glass, that Roy spotted the strange
boy running along the sidewalk. It appeared as if he was hurrying to catch the
school bus, which had stopped at a corner to pick up more kids.
The boy was straw-blond and wiry, and his skin was nutbrown from the sun. The
expression on his face was intent and serious. He wore a faded Miami Heat
basketball jersey and dirty khaki shorts, and here was the odd part: no shoes.
The soles of his bare feet looked as black as barbecue coals.
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