Waltzing With the Wallflower by Rachel van Dyken, Leah Sanders Page A
Authors: Rachel van Dyken, Leah Sanders
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him alone.
“ You’re such a jerk, Kynan. I was just making conversation.”
“ Well, don’t. If we felt like talking, we’d talk to each other.” He elbowed Michael and rolled his eyes.
Michael chuckled. He elbowed Kynan back, leaned his head down and reached to his eyes. When he lifted his head again, his eyelids were flipped up. Michael crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her. Kynan burst out laughing. Brianna snorted in disgust.
“ You guys are so immature!” She flopped around in her seat and faced the girls in the seat in front of her.
Michael reached into his bag and pulled out a snapper. Using his satchel as cover, he threw it hard on the floor under Brianna’s seat. A loud pop resounded in the enclosed bus, setting off a chain reaction of girls’ screams and squeals.
Kynan and Michael put on their best innocent expressions and pretended not to notice anything had happened when Brother Leroy stood at the front of the bus and demanded to know what the trouble was. Brianna shot a scorching glare over her shoulder at them.
Finally the bus rattled to a stop in front of Whitefriar. The door squeaked open, and Father Leroy began droning out instructions for proper behavior inside the church. Kynan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Maybe if he said a special prayer to the saint and lit a candle, Saint Valentine would see to it that his parents would stay together.
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“ You’re such a jerk, Kynan. I was just making conversation.”
“ Well, don’t. If we felt like talking, we’d talk to each other.” He elbowed Michael and rolled his eyes.
Michael chuckled. He elbowed Kynan back, leaned his head down and reached to his eyes. When he lifted his head again, his eyelids were flipped up. Michael crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her. Kynan burst out laughing. Brianna snorted in disgust.
“ You guys are so immature!” She flopped around in her seat and faced the girls in the seat in front of her.
Michael reached into his bag and pulled out a snapper. Using his satchel as cover, he threw it hard on the floor under Brianna’s seat. A loud pop resounded in the enclosed bus, setting off a chain reaction of girls’ screams and squeals.
Kynan and Michael put on their best innocent expressions and pretended not to notice anything had happened when Brother Leroy stood at the front of the bus and demanded to know what the trouble was. Brianna shot a scorching glare over her shoulder at them.
Finally the bus rattled to a stop in front of Whitefriar. The door squeaked open, and Father Leroy began droning out instructions for proper behavior inside the church. Kynan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Maybe if he said a special prayer to the saint and lit a candle, Saint Valentine would see to it that his parents would stay together.
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Pure. Fiction
www.astraeapress.com
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