The flimsy front door of their hut stood open. On Flade Street, they’d had a double lock. Here, they had double protection too. No burglars, and nothing to steal.
–Surviving Minimized by Andrea White
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Blind Roaches
“We blind them to make it harder for them to escape,” Don G. said. “I told you so, Dad,” Zert said. He knew he had seen a B on that blind roach’s chest.
“Sorry for doubting you,” his father said.
“If another Nuclear Mistake were to happen or if there was another world war, insects hold the key. No matter how polluted or troubled, we can always survive on roaches underground in caves…”
–Surviving Minimized by Andrea White
Peaceful Teacher
The teacher stepped toward the round doorway. With brown hair and eyes, she wasn’t pretty, ugly, young, or old; she was right in the middle of nearly any adjective Zert could think of. He thought of one adjective that fit, but he had never applied it to a person before; his new teacher looked peaceful. She had on a blue skirt and furry shoes and wore her hair in pigtails that touched her shoulders.
–Surviving Minimized by Andrea White
Deciding Who Belongs
“It’s a great community,” Don G. was saying. “We all look out for each other. But not everybody fits in.”
In the world he came from, you had to be wealthy to be able to live in an Up City; he and his dad had never fit in there, either. People who lived in Up Cities had access to vaccines and cleaner air and water. Somebody always got to decide who belonged or didn’t belong. Somebody got to choose who to cut out. Zert glared at Don G. And it was never the Somebody who got cut.
–Surviving Minimized by Andrea White
Too Tough To Cry
Zert dropped the I-ring on the couch. Cribbie, Mr. Fearless, the toughest guy in their whole class and his best friend, was dead. He felt the tears well up inside of him. He wouldn’t cry. Thirteen-year-olds didn’t cry. He was too tough to cry.
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Giant Killer is Unsure
Zert could read the doubt in his father’s scrunched eyebrows, could hear the uncertain hitch in his voice. For once, Jack, the fierce soldier of the Antarctica Wars, nicknamed Jack the Giant Killer by his men, wasn’t sure of the right thing to do.
–Surviving Minimized by Andrea White