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The bus sputtered to a stop. They had arrived at the mall. Sharon checked her watch again. Half past twelve. She had thirty minutes. Barely enough time to hack the wireless network and get to the magical disappearing machine. She rushed from the bus and into the mall. Hundreds of people swarmed about, coming at her from every direction like angry bees. She wished she could have become invisible. Even if they did not actually stop and stare, she knew they were looking at the weird girl dress in black with too-pale skin and black-and-green striped hair braided into cornrows, carrying a threadbare burgundy backpack through their shopping mall.
Exerpt from Thunder in the Distance
Available from PublishAmerica, 2007
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