Tunnel Vision

Informationen zum Autor Susan Shaw is the author of One of the Survivors, Safe, an ALA Top Ten Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers and a Carolyn W. Field Honor Book, and The Boy From the Basement, a New York Public Library Best Book for the Teen Age. She lives in Wayne, PA, and you can visit her online at susanshaw.org. Klappentext After witnessing her mother's murder, sixteen-year-old high school student Liza Wellington and her father go into the witness protection program. Chapter 1 The laughing men weren’t leaving much room for anyone to get by, but what else was I supposed to do? Stay in the underpass until Christmas? The dim light silhouetted one of the men’s Mickey Mouse ears. Not really Mickey Mouse ears, I told myself. Not possible. Or was it? I couldn’t tell. But I had seen it was hat night at the place on the other side of the station. “Excuse—” ROARR! An express train passed overhead. Who could hear anything over that? I glanced over the railing to street level, maybe five feet below my shoes, to where the lone car in the underpass bucked and stalled. ROArrrrr . . . Come on, guys. Out of my way! The men were so loud, shouting and laughing. Mickey Mouse ears jumped with one of the roars and fell against one of his companions, a guy wearing a top hat. What a party! “Charlie’s had too much to drink,” said the man closest to me. “Haw, haw, haw!” The man was never going to know I was there, not with all that celebrating going on. Maybe I should just go back and walk on the street, I thought. No. This was the walkway, and these guys could just let me through. I gritted my teeth and tried to find some sneaking-by room, maybe turn sideways against the railing and slip by like I was little, but there was just no space at all between that one guy and the railing. Zero. The man’s shirt creased against the rail as his laughter boomed out. “Poor Charlie! Haw, haw, haw!” Head thrown back, he laughed some more. “Haw, haw, haw, haaaww!” I gave up and pushed the shoulder of the haw-hawer. “Excuse—” He pivoted away from the group, and— whoop! I fell into the space that opened up as he did so. My grab for the railing brought the two of us nose to nose. Garlic! Whoa! I tried not to wince right in his face, so I grinned one of my goofy grins at him instead. Garlic Man frowned, but I just kept going, skirting past the now quiet, ominous-feeling group, its smoky shape undulating against my progress. I kept saying it, “Excuse me, excuse me,” like I didn’t feel anything wrong or threatening, like I was just another perky girl on her way through, like everything was ordinary. “Excuse me, excuse me.” “Hey, girly-girl,” said one of the men, and he reached out, curling and uncurling his fingers. I twisted my body to avoid his touch and pushed, pushed forward. I was afraid. The crowd opened for me, but not as fast as I wanted it to. I couldn’t run, and I was afraid. “Hey, girly-girl!” I pretended not to hear. “Excuse me, excuse me.” Then I was past them, and I could run. “Hey!” That was Garlic Man. “Hey, girl! Stop!” Stop? Stop? Uh- uh ! I fled out of the tunnel and into the dusky June air. Mom—yay, Mom!—stood at the next corner by our side yard, and I ran for her. I ran for her, but I stumbled over an unevenness in the sidewalk and then another, dancing a couple of weird steps each time for the amusement of whoever was watching—Garlic Man or the Incredible Hulk or the guy with the fingers—anybody—before I could get my balance and keep going. Would I never reach her? I was used to the old messed-up sidewalk, broken for ages, and I usually knew just where to put my feet without even thinking about it. Only, not this time. Somehow I couldn’t time my steps ri...

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• Autori: Susan Shaw
• Editore: Simon & Schuster USA
• Lingue: Inglese
• Raccomandazione d'eta': 13 a 17 anni
• Formato: Copertina rigida
• Pubblicazione: 16.08.2011
• EAN: 9781442408395
• ISBN: 978-1-4424-0839-5
• Pagine: 272
• Categoria: Libri per bambini e per ragazzi