Jess had written about football, which he really hated, but he had enough brains to know that if he said drawing, everyone would laugh at him.
Most of the boys swore that watching the Washington Redskins on TV was their favorite hobby.
The girls were divided: those who didn’t care much about what Mrs. Myers thought chose watching game shows on TV,
and those like Wanda Kay Moore who were still aiming for A’s chose reading Good Books.
But Mrs. Myers didn’t read anyone’s paper out loud except Leslie’s.
“I want to read this composition aloud. For two reasons. One, it is beautifully written.”
“And two, it tells about an unusual hobby—for a girl.” Mrs. Myers beamed her first-day smile at Leslie.
Leslie stared at her desk. Being Mrs. Myers’ pet was pure poison at Lark Creek.
“ ‘Scuba Diving’ by Leslie Burke.” Mrs. Myers’ sharp voice cut Leslie’s sentences into funny little phrases,
but even so, the power of Leslie’s words drew Jess with her under the dark water.
Suddenly he could hardly breathe. Suppose you went under and your mask filled all up with water and you couldn’t get to the top in time?
He was choking and sweating. He tried to push down his panic.
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