I hesitated to say it. I was only eleven, but everyone else, likewise entrenched in orange and black and equally pissed about the penalty, was chanting.
A projector screen lit up in the front of the cavernous room, and the teacher told us to pay attention. There was a white tower in the center of the screen. An announcer’s voice droned, counting down by seconds.
The story begins harmlessly enough; Ortiz is a detached teenager from a dysfunctional home whose new English teacher, Mr. Ivers, sees her passion for writing…
Sitting up, I reach down into my slick, green flight bag and pick up my English to Arabic dictionary. Thumbing through the well-worn pages, I search for the words I will need today. Hospital. Doctor. Medicine.
We dug into the ground, uprooting the shrubs and tossing them aside. We dug out stones and roots, de-housed spiders the size of plump ravioli and worms like fleshy shoelaces. Three feet into the ground we found an arrowhead…