Results for: “Juvenile Fiction”
|Elsa Marston||Indiana University Press||ePub|
A STORY FROM TUNISIA
With a sigh, Hedi plunked himself down on a stone seat in the Roman theater. As the last of the afternoon’s tourists straggled off and disappeared among the ancient walls, he stared dully at the grand view of the ruins and the green hills of the Tunisian countryside beyond.
He hadn’t done very well today. Only one hat sold. His mother would be disappointed, and he wouldn’t blame her … having to make those hats every night after her day’s labor in the fields, weaving straw till her fingers were sore. Tomorrow he’d try harder. Midwinter break from school gave him a few days to earn money, and he couldn’t waste the chance.
It’d be so much better, Hedi often thought, if he could be a guide, more interesting and more money. Once in a while he did manage to latch on to a friendly couple and show them a few sights … the temple, the theater, the baths and marketplace—and best of all, the communal toilet where twelve people could sit at a time. That always got a laugh, and Hedi would get a few small coins. But that was all. A real guide had to be older and know a lot more.See All Chapters
|Maria Grace Dateno Fsp||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
The End of the Story
“Then what happened?” I asked. It was like I had never heard the story before. Somehow, listening to someone who had been there made it sound new.
“Then little Judah came running over to me. ‘Abba!’ he said. ‘We must go now! We must go to Bethlehem and see the baby!’
“We all agreed that we must respond to the angel’s message by going to be a witness to the good news he had given us. We talked about who should stay with the sheep, but no one wanted to be left behind!
“‘We cannot leave our sheep here alone,’ I said. ‘If no one will stay behind, we must bring them with us.’”
“I can imagine you were worried about how hard it would be to get those sheep moving!” said Benjamin, laughing.
“Yes, we were afraid it would be impossible, or else take all night,” said Eldad. “‘The baby will be grown by the time we move all these flocks to Bethlehem!’ grumbled one of my fellow shepherds.
“But that did not happen,” continued Eldad. “It was a bigger sheepfold than this, and full of many more sheep. But each shepherd took a turn making his special call, and all the sheep got up and walked out, as if it were morning and they were eager to go graze in the hills! We walked ahead and the sheep followed.”See All Chapters
|Diana R. Jenkins||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
As teens become more self-reflective, they realize other people might be thinking about them, too. Often, they assume they are being watched and judged. It’s not unusual for teens to be anxious about how they appear to others, feel self-conscious, or become embarrassed more often or more easily than younger children or adults do. Because they are absorbed in developing a personal identity separate from their families, teens are especially concerned that the actions of their parents and siblings might negatively affect their social status. For the seven million American kids who have siblings with disabilities, being embarrassed by a family member can be a major concern. However, like their peers, they usually become less sensitive as they mature and more able to cope with and accept their families as they are.
The commandment we have from him is this: those who love God must love their brothers and sisters also.
1 John 4:21
“Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.”See All Chapters
|Marilee Haynes||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
Open Gym means open for everyone, right? Not just kids who are going to actually play something. But someone like me who’s got data to gather, numbers to crunch, and results to analyze. Open Gym is for guys like that, too; I’m almost sure. But still, in case that’s not what they mean, I pick a spot up high in the bleachers. A spot tucked away in one of the corners where I can still see everything clearly, but it’s easy not to notice me. So far it’s worked. Other than Linc, who I came with, and my dad, who dropped us off, nobody seems to know—or care—that I’m here.
Sunday night Open Gym always has chaperones. Tonight it’s Coach Schwimmer and Mr. Nicholls, the other gym teacher. They’re sprawled across the bottom two rows of bleachers closest to the door—as far from me as they could be.
My tools surround me. Two notebooks, four pencils, three pieces of graph paper, and a ruler. A calculator makes a bulge in the pocket of my shorts, but that’s just in case I need to double check my own calculations.See All Chapters
|Maria Grace Dateno Fsp||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
The next morning, I woke up and immediately thought of going to see what the grape vine monster looked like in the daylight. I sat up and pushed back my blanket. It was definitely daylight out. It seemed as sunny as noon, and my stomach felt like it should be lunchtime, too.
“Good morning, Caleb,” Eli said quietly. He was rolling up the blankets and the mat that had been next to me.
“Good morning,” I said. I looked and saw Hannah and Noah still sleeping.
“What time is it? Where’s Levi?” I asked.
“He just left. When he woke up and saw how late he had slept, he said he needed to meet his father in town.”
“Yeah, he was really worried about that when we got lost in the storm yesterday.”
“You must be hungry, Caleb. Come outside and have something to eat. We will let your sister and brother sleep.”
Abigail gave me a bowl of some mushy stuff. She said it was barley. Usually I wouldn’t have wanted to eat it, but I was so hungry, I could have eaten anything. Then she gave me some bread with honey.See All Chapters