Jr. Fiction
Margalit looks into her cousin’s eyes. “You say that like you think I’m weird. I’m telling you, I just saw the tiger and—”
Jr. Fiction
Yes, Margalit thought, Abuelita taught me about words and their power… Maybe that’s why I think more than I speak?
Jr. Fiction
She couldn’t miss the disappointment in their voices, the mocking tone, the mean edge.
Jr. Fiction
Her teacher’s criticism rang so true, it was an arrow piercing the center of the target
Jr. Fiction
There were ten children in her family and not enough space, and although no one in their class ever said anything about all that, it was clear what they thought