I Am Pol Pot: The Making of Democraic Kampuchea: A Fictional Autobiograph

I Am Pol Pot: The Making of Democraic Kampuchea: A Fictional Autobiograph

by Steve Otto

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ISBN-13: 9781257406869
Publisher: Lulu.com
Publication date: 03/12/2013
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 527 KB

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Np. I really love where you're going! In the quotations of Toni, "In a weird, obsessive way, I feel honored." Thank you! Starstruck
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Awesome! Thanks, Starstruck! I use the same characters all the time, so Jade's probably going to come in. I'd love to advertise if it means you'll keep writing! You're story is awesome!) AIISHA As soon as we gave the word, the two Cloaks we were behind whirled around, gawking at us, exactly as we planned. All the kids Jasmine texted jumped on them from behind, knocking them to the ground. At the front of the bus, the same thing was happening. Seeing that they had it under control, I grabbed Jasmine's hand and pulled her around tussling people and over Cloaks on the ground to the front of the bus. Jasmine examined the unconcious bus driver. "He got a blow to the head. It doesn't look too good, Aiisha." "Leave it to me. You know where the hospital is?" I pushed the driver out of the seat and sat down. Call 911, let them know we're coming to the hospital and get the police for those goons." My voice was surprisingly calm and quiet, but my heart was thumping wildly. Jasmine gave me a strange look, but whipped out her phone. "Hello? This is Jasmine Reyger. We were hijacked on the school bus and our bus driver is seriously hurt..." Her voice trailed into the background as I considered my plan. Was I insane? Probably. Was I posive this would work? Yep. Would my legs be long enough to reach the pedals? Barely. This was going to be /so/ much fun. If I can drive my grandfather's lawnmower/tractor, how hard could a school bus be? No more time to think about it. Gritting my teeth, I floored the gas pedal, weaving through cars and honking the horn at crossing pedestrians. Everyone in the bus, not expecting it, slammed against the sides or spilled into the aisle. "Fasten your seatbelts!" I hollered. "This is gonna be a bumpy ride!" Of course I realized there were no seatbelts, but I think they got the memo. Jasmine snapped her phone closed, holding the side of the black leather seat. "Turn left here!" I spun the wheel, eyes trained on the road. "Right! Straight ahead! Right again!" Jasmine barked out, then, "Here!" I slammed the brake, making the bus come to a screeching halt. I glanced over the seat. During the wild ride, everyone on the bus had surrounded the 6 Cloaks, who were in the aisle and being sat on by Mason Wylie and some others I didn't know. Clara was still texting. I stood, opening the doors, just as the police pulled up. I got out, followed by Jasmine and some others. An officer with a mustache came up to me. "You're Jasmine Reyger?" I shook my head. "I'm Aiisha Fleming. This is Jasmine." Other officers flooded the bus, bringing out all of the students and the bus driver on a stretcher as the officer turned to Jasmine. "I'm Officer Pete, and you, young lady, are a hero! You managed to capture 5 criminals and most likely save Stanley Robertson's life by driving here." I clenched my fists in my gloves, but decided to let her take the credit. I was new here, anyway. Jasmine shook her head. "That wasn't me. I just called you. Aiisha was the one who came up with the plan and drove here." Or not. Pete turned to me. "That true, miss?" I nodded, not sure what else to say. RYDER As we flew home, I turned the small TV on to the news. Might as well know what's going on when I come home. My eyes widened as the image of a small girl and my neighbor, Jasmine filled the screen. "…single-handedly caught 5 criminals who hijacked their school bus." "Wait!" The small girl said. "What, Aiisha?" A reporter. "We caught 6, not 5. Where's the last one?"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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