Sam
by Francine Pascal | Teens | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 0671039423 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 0671039423 Global Overview for this book
Registered by rosepetal2 of Belleville, Illinois USA on 4/29/2008
This book is in a Controlled Release!
This book is in a Controlled Release!
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From the publisher:
His hand was poised on the trigger. He was going to do it. He was going to kill her right here, right now. If she moved, he would just kill her sooner. She prayed for an intervention of some kind. A noise, a voice, even a car horn. She could turn the tiniest distraction into an opportunity. If he even flinched, she could wrench away the gun and demolish CJ with a couple of quick jabs. But the park and its surrounding streets were eerily calm. Her mind entered into that dream state, in which you process things without quite believing them. The was it? This was the end? This was what it felt like to die? The barrel shook as he tightened his grip on the trigger. She could see the taut, quivering muscles in his forearm. The wind had ceased. It seemed there was no one alive on the planet. The night was so silent, she could hear the grinding of his teeth. Or was it her teeth? His muscles strained, her heart stopped, her eyes squeezed shut. He pulled the trigger.
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From the publisher:
His hand was poised on the trigger. He was going to do it. He was going to kill her right here, right now. If she moved, he would just kill her sooner. She prayed for an intervention of some kind. A noise, a voice, even a car horn. She could turn the tiniest distraction into an opportunity. If he even flinched, she could wrench away the gun and demolish CJ with a couple of quick jabs. But the park and its surrounding streets were eerily calm. Her mind entered into that dream state, in which you process things without quite believing them. The was it? This was the end? This was what it felt like to die? The barrel shook as he tightened his grip on the trigger. She could see the taut, quivering muscles in his forearm. The wind had ceased. It seemed there was no one alive on the planet. The night was so silent, she could hear the grinding of his teeth. Or was it her teeth? His muscles strained, her heart stopped, her eyes squeezed shut. He pulled the trigger.
Journal Entry 2 by rosepetal2 at ~ RABCK ~, -- By post or by hand/ in person -- USA on Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Released 14 yrs ago (9/29/2009 UTC) at ~ RABCK ~, -- By post or by hand/ in person -- USA
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Mailed with a box of other books to Ctychic.
Mailed with a box of other books to Ctychic.
Received this in a box today from rosepetal2. Thank you so much! I also like the fun bookmarks you included!
Clearing out my bookcases. These books will travel soon.
