Ann M. Martin Quote
Behind her was my youngest brother, David Michael (seven, going on three). He was brandishing an ugly figurine carved from a coconut, which he’d somehow convinced my mom and dad to buy in Hawaii. Nyyyah-hah-hah, the coco-monster’s going to get you! I stepped out of his way. My foot hooked into a backpack that was on the floor, and I fell into a kitchen chair. ANYBODY SEEN MY BACKPACK? called my seventeen-year-old brother, Charlie, from upstairs. UNDER MY FEET! I shouted
Ann M. Martin
Behind her was my youngest brother, David Michael (seven, going on three). He was brandishing an ugly figurine carved from a coconut, which he’d somehow convinced my mom and dad to buy in Hawaii. Nyyyah-hah-hah, the coco-monster’s going to get you! I stepped out of his way. My foot hooked into a backpack that was on the floor, and I fell into a kitchen chair. ANYBODY SEEN MY BACKPACK? called my seventeen-year-old brother, Charlie, from upstairs. UNDER MY FEET! I shouted