![]() But what was she supposed to say? Dear Mom and Dad, A terrible thing happened at Tom's birthday party last month. I'm going somewhere and I hope I'll come back. And her parents wouldn't even understand why, because the note Jenny had left them had said almost nothing. Like being a good girl.Īll blown when she ran away. When all normal rules are suspended, and ordinary things that used to be important suddenly become meaningless. The way people get excited when an emergency, a natural disaster, happens. What was strange was that even though she was scared, she was also excited. Now that the stewardess danger had passed, all she had to worry about was dying. Jenny looked past the ghostly reflection to the black clouds outside the plane. A girl with forest-green eyes, dark as pine needles, and eyebrows that were straight, like two decisive brush strokes. In the darkened window she could see her own face-or part of it. It was such an unlikely thing for her, Jenny Thornton, to be. I'm a runaway, Jenny thought wonderingly. "Don't remind me," Jenny said to the window as Michael began to describe to Audrey, in hushed detail, exactly what he imagined they could do with four runaways in Pittsburgh. She was still looking at her magazine, and she spoke without moving her lips, her voice barely audible above the deep roar of the 757's engines. "What could they do to us, anyway?" Audrey said. Michael let out his breath with a whoosh. And to Michael: "For God's sake, Michael, breathe!" "You and your damned, damned fruit plates," Jenny hissed across the aisle. Lovely, got it." The next moment she was gone. "Fruit plate," the flight attendant said. Dee, with one long leg folded so she could tuck her toe into the little pouch on the back of the seat in front of her, lifted her eyes from her Gameboy and smiled.Įxcept for the Gameboy and the army fatigue jacket she was wearing, she looked exactly like Nefertiti. The flight attendant backed up and turned. Then she licked the dry roof of her mouth and whispered, "No. For a terrible second she thought she was going to go ahead and babble out the excuse she'd been practicing. Jenny's mind swooped into a nosedive and stalled. "Is it you," the flight attendant said, "who ordered the fruit plate?" The flight attendant leaned toward Jenny.Īudrey stayed frozen over her magazine, spiky lashes motionless on her camellia-pale cheek. We're debate club students, flying to the finals. Our chaperon got sick, but we're meeting a new one in Pittsburgh. She was looking at them, looking at each of them in turn. It became clear that she wasn't just stopping casually, a little rest on the route from the galley. Without moving a muscle, Jenny silently willed him to stay quiet. Please, anything, why is she standing there so long?Īny minute now Michael was going to break into hysterical giggles-or, worse, a hysterical confession. The flight attendant was blocking the view of Dee across the aisle. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Audrey in the aisle seat, her burnished copper head bent over the in-flight magazine. She could feel Michael beside her, his teddy-bear-shaped body rigid with tension. Jenny wedged her fingernails into the bottom of the plastic trim around the oval window and stared at the darkness outside. Her face was pleasant but authoritative, like an alert teacher. She was dressed in navy blue with cream accents and looked rather military. Her little fingers tingled.īut her heart began to pound as the flight attendant reached their row. of chases or violence 20% planning/preparing, gather info, debate puzzles/motives 10% Feelings, relationships, character bio/development 60% Descript.The flight attendant started toward them, and the back of Jenny's neck began to prickle. Click on a plot link to find similar books! Plot & Themes Composition of Book Descript. ![]()
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