Children's Fiction
At last it stopped. Everything stopped. No movement. No sound. Only smell. The truck cab filled with the dry smell of dust and the stomach-churning stench of gas.
Everything was hazy, seen through a blanket of dust and smoke. "Rusty?" Katie said, "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so. We gotta get out of here."
Katie undid her seatbelt. "Emily?"
There was no answer.
Mr. Claxton took a deep breath. "Yes, Jamie?"
Jamie was so excited, he jumped to his feet. He kept jumping. "I think we should get—"
"A shark?" Kamal asked.
Jamie's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"Because that's all you ever talk about. Sharks this. Sharks that," said Kamal. "Don't you think about anything else?"
Jamie shrugged. "I don't want our class to get just any shark," he said. "I think we should get a great white shark."
