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Pol'etry
     

Pol'etry

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by John Martin
 

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ISBN-13:
9781477127575
Publisher:
Xlibris Corporation
Publication date:
07/12/2012
Pages:
194
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.45(d)

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Pol'etry 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hi
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hello
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Duncan? U here babe?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! Amazing!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
USE THE FORCE!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
AIISHA The bus screeched to a halt suddenly and we lurched forward. I peeled my forehead off of the seat ahead of me. "Ow." "Hey! What's going on? What the heck was that for?!" Jasmine stood up, yelling in a bullhorn voice. That girl had lungs. Several others joined the chorus of indignant shouts, loud protests, and demanding inquiries. Then another voice cut through it. "QUIET!" There was silence as everyone sat down, craning their necks to see what was going on. I knelt on my seat, trying to see. Yeah. Being 4 foot 8 isn't very fun. I mean, I'm 12! But anyways, I caught a glimpse of two, no, three people dressed all in black at the front of the bus. The bus driver was unconcious, slumped against the seat. Robbers! Of course! So many people brough phones, IPods, Kindles to school and turned them on on the bus. Me included. They came to take our stuff? Kidnap us? Take us to a lab to do expiriments? Heck, I didn't know. All I did know was that we needed to get out of there ASAP. We needed a way to get out, get the bus driver out, keep everyone safe, and turn in the highjackers or whatever you call them. Simple! Except for, well, everything. I glanced around. The kids in the back seat were writing HELP on the back of the window. Window… window... window! I grabbed my phone and, in the notes section, typed, "Emergency Exit/Break window?" I showed Jasmine the screen. She nodded and pulled out her phone, sending a quick text to everyone she knew on the bus. The bus was dead quiet. As for me, my mind was racing. I mean, my second day in Nowhere, Connecticut, and this happens! "Aiisha," Jasmine hissed. "What about the driver?" Cr.ap! I hadn't thought about that. And we needed to hurry. The robbers were coming up the aisle, taking everything they could. I frowned, thinking, then grinned mischeiviously. "I've got an idea."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Move o next res.. your locked out
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
That sucks big time
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I know the Author...anything he puts to paper is well worth reading. DMO