Walter Dean Myers
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Zander and his friends, Kambui, LaShonda, and Bobbi start their own newspaper, The Cruiser, as a means for speaking out, keeping the peace, and expressing what they believe. When the school launches a mock Civil War, Zander and his friends are forced to consider the true meaning of democracy and what it costs to stand up for a cause. The result is nothing they could have expected, and everything they could have hoped for.
shows where everybody is acting like they’re getting mad at each other or working together and all the time you know there’s a bunch of cameras about ten feet away from them.” “I’d like to be on a reality show,” Bobbi said. “I think it would be fun. Nothing in the woods, though. They should have one called Survival at the Mall. What do you think?” “I think that’s stupid, but if they get one, I’ll put your name in for it,” I said. When I hung up from Bobbi, I was seeing things clearer. People
“Because that’s against my rules!” “Put it back up, please!” Cody insisted. “Sir.” Mr. Weinstein dropped the paper on the floor and stormed down the hallway. Cody picked it up and tacked it back onto the bulletin board. Sidney Aronofsky came up to me and asked me for a sign. Soon I was passing them out to more kids, blacks and whites, girls and boys. LaShonda had been right. A lot of the kids at Da Vinci had been checking out the Sons of the Confederacy and hadn’t liked what they were doing.
mic and he held out his hand. I shook it and I heard some boos, probably from the Genius Gangstas. “Okay, so I would like to thank Mrs. Maxwell for giving us a chance to play a role in studying the Civil War,” I said. “I’d like to thank Mr. Culpepper, too. I knew it was hard on him not to come down on us, but he gave us some slack and that was cool. I would like to apologize to anybody that me and the Cruisers got uptight, because we have to own what we did, too. But I don’t think you can just
Zander, I’ve got the game with Powell all figured out.” She was chirping again. She does that when she’s happy. “I have four numbers. If we manage to get three of them we’ll win.” “The first number is one,” I said. “If we get one more point than the other team we’ll win.” “The first number is nine,” Bobbi continued, ignoring me. “One player has to get nine rebounds. The second number—” “Why nine?” I asked. “The second number is seventy. That has to be our free throw percentage.” “Where are
speaking with accents and making the whole thing seem like some kind of joke. The joking around was something they could kind of hide behind. They were turning up the tension with smiles on their faces. We had to find a way to change that. THE CRUISER THE THERAPEUTIC VALUE OF AN OLD-FASHIONED BEAT DOWN By Kambui Owens In my opinion, electroshock has been given a bad name because people associate pain with medicine and think it has to be wrong. Recently, I have seen articles that suggest that