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Chapter 1: Flashbacks and Beginnings
Amerigo
"You have been found guilty of illegal imagrancy, case dismissed."
"No." Amerigo heard his fathers angry voice two rooms away from his hiding spot behind the curtain. America. He wasn't sure what that word meant. Although he was only six, he had heard many stories about that land they called America. Every person owns an automobile. You could go to school past eighth grade. Freedom. That's what his mother told him. Jerks. Poor. Uncivilized. Wild. That's what his father told him. When Amerigo was only two, the Supreme Court had denied his family the right to live in America legally, even after years of paperwork. His mother had gotten over that long ago and wanted to try again saying that she wanted Amerigo to have the best possible education.
His father, Senor Alono, however, still harbored bitterness towards them argued that his son would get all the education he needed right here, in Mexico. So here he was, stuck in the middle with no say at all. He spent as much time as possible, when he wasn't at school or outside, behind the curtain. He spent his time behind the curtain so he wouldn't have to deal with his fathers' anger until one day when he was older and could stand up for himself.
Britanny
"We don't understand it. Everything must revolve around her or she isn't happy, and she's only two."
"What shall we work on today? History or Music?" but she knew the answer even before she had asked the question. Mrs. Spencer often fretted over her pupils, but she lost sleep every night over Britanny. Brit, or brat as some often called her, didn't seem to care that her name was spelled differently, and that was her problem. Not her name, but the fact that she didn't care. History and Math lessons were bombarded with "Why does that matter?" or "Who cares?" The only subject Britanny did like was music. Not just singing, but dancing also, and she was good. She insisted on music before and after class. Mrs. Spencer knew that Brit's behavioral problems needed to be corrected but her parents would hear nothing of it. So, here she was, stuck in the middle of class with an unruly child whom she knew had a gift but wasn't sure of what yet. "Mrs. Spencer, I'm bored, I'm going home early." called Britanny. A fitting end for the day, Mrs. Spencer thought.
Indy
"At age six, he could run a mile in five thirty."
Run, run, run. Indy's heart pounded as he ran across the parking lot. Ms. James had sent him to deliver a message to the secretary but he felt like running, running fast.
When he got back to the classroom, Ms. James was amazed. He was only gone for thirty seconds, she thought.
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Hey Indy, are you runnin' with us today?" It was Jack, a fifth grader. Indy often ran with the track team when he felt that sudden urge to run. Although he was only eight, he could beat everyone in every event except for Jack, age eleven. Jack was just like him, insanely fast but Jack's father was the principal so Jack could compete even though he wasn't in sixth grade. "It's a light practice, but dad said we could put in a few miles if we want to." Indy nodded. He was starting to feel nauseous from staying inside the building for so long. It was a weird thing, he needed to run.
Ion
Bang, another soldier down. Ion cowered behind the dumpster to avoid being shot. His mother often sent him on "missions" to the grocery store or the drugstore and every minute was filled with excitement and terror. Anyone else in Ion's position wouldn't think of this as an adventure, but war was normal for him; he didn't like it but was forced to accept it. Boom! The bus in front of him exploded, causing his heart to race and sending screams from the people on board. He felt sorry for the passengers on it, but he had to keep focused. Six more steps until the drugstore, he thought. Just before he reached the door handle, he tripped and fell. Zing. A bullet whizzed by his head a ricocheted off the metal trash can a few feet away. Afraid, Ion scrambled to his feet and into the drugstore. Safe, he thought.
Cara
Dear Diary,
Today daddy let me feed Sammy the cat. He said the now that I was five, I could feed our cat. He said I was still too young to feed Maddie. Mr. Symons asked me to be the junior volunteer leader of Lolerd, New York. I said yes, but I wish I wouldn't have. I don't want to stand up in front of everyone at the banquet. I am scared. Wish me luck, I have to leave now.
Cara