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the tree and
wrecked my parents’ fence!”
“Huh?” Still standing on third base, Evan froze in shock.
Was this really happening?
The playground rang out with shouts of surprise. But the voices were drowned
out by more sirens.
Evan saw flashing red lights. And then two black-and-white police cars roared
over the grass, screeching up behind the fire engines.
A man and woman came running behind the police cars. “That’s the one!” they
called breathlessly, pointing at Evan. “That’s the one who crushed the car. We
saw him do it!”
The firefighters were busily connecting the hoses to hydrants at the curb. Blue-uniformed police swarmed on to the field.
The kids on the two softball teams huddled together on the pitcher’s mound. They
all seemed dazed and frightened.
“He tried to kill me!” Conan was shouting to a woman police officer. “That
giant put me in a tree and left me there!”
“He crushed a car!” a woman screamed.
Evan hadn’t moved from third base. He gazed past the fire engines to Andy and
Kermit. They stood near the backstop. Kermit had the dumb, toothy grin on his
face.
Andy had her hands cupped around her mouth. She was shouting something to
Evan. But he couldn’t hear her over the wail of sirens and the excited shouts
and cries of everyone in the playground.
Some of the police and fire officers huddled together, talking rapidly. They
kept glancing up at Evan as they talked.
What are they going to do to me? Evan wondered, frozen in fear.
Should I run? Should I try to explain?
More people came hurrying across the playground. As soon as they spotted
Evan, their expressions turned to surprise and amazement.
They’re all staring at me, Evan realized. They’re pointing at me as if I’m
some kind of freak.
I am some kind of freak! he admitted to himself.
Firefighters formed a line, holding their hatchets waist-high. Others readied the firehoses, aiming them up at Evan’s chest.
Evan heard more sirens. More police cars rolled on to the playground.
A young police officer with wavy red hair and a red mustache stepped up to
Evan. “What—is—your—name?” he shouted, speaking each word slowly, as if
maybe Evan didn’t speak English.
“Uh… Evan. Evan Ross,” Evan called down.
“Do you come from another planet?” the officer shouted.
“Huh?” Evan couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing.
He heard some of the softball players laughing, too.
“I live in Atlanta,” he shouted down to the officer. “Around the corner. On
Brookridge Drive.”
Several officers and firefighters held their ears. Evan’s voice came out
louder than he had planned.
Evan took a step toward them.
The firefighters raised a firehose. Several others readied their hatchets.
“He’s dangerous!” Evan heard Conan shout. “Watch out! He’s really dangerous!”
That got everyone shouting and screaming.
The playground was filling with people. Neighborhood people. Kids and their
parents. Cars stopped and people climbed out to see why the crowd had gathered.
More police cars bumped over the grass. Their wailing sirens added to the
deafening noise, the shouts and cries, the frightened murmurs.
The noise. The staring eyes. The pointed fingers.
It all started to make Evan dizzy.
He felt his legs tremble. His forehead throbbed.
The police had formed a line. They started to circle Evan.
As they closed in, Evan felt himself explode. “I can’t take any more!” he
screamed, raising his fists. “Stop it! Stop it! All of you! Get away! Leave me
alone! I mean it!”
Silence as the sirens cut off. The voices hushed.
And then Evan heard the red-haired police officer shout to the others: “He’s
turned violent. We have to bring him down!”
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Evan didn’t have time to be frightened.
The firehoses chugged and gurgled—then shot out thick streams of water.
Evan ducked low. Dove forward. Tried to get away from the roaring water.
The force of the water
wrecked my parents’ fence!”
“Huh?” Still standing on third base, Evan froze in shock.
Was this really happening?
The playground rang out with shouts of surprise. But the voices were drowned
out by more sirens.
Evan saw flashing red lights. And then two black-and-white police cars roared
over the grass, screeching up behind the fire engines.
A man and woman came running behind the police cars. “That’s the one!” they
called breathlessly, pointing at Evan. “That’s the one who crushed the car. We
saw him do it!”
The firefighters were busily connecting the hoses to hydrants at the curb. Blue-uniformed police swarmed on to the field.
The kids on the two softball teams huddled together on the pitcher’s mound. They
all seemed dazed and frightened.
“He tried to kill me!” Conan was shouting to a woman police officer. “That
giant put me in a tree and left me there!”
“He crushed a car!” a woman screamed.
Evan hadn’t moved from third base. He gazed past the fire engines to Andy and
Kermit. They stood near the backstop. Kermit had the dumb, toothy grin on his
face.
Andy had her hands cupped around her mouth. She was shouting something to
Evan. But he couldn’t hear her over the wail of sirens and the excited shouts
and cries of everyone in the playground.
Some of the police and fire officers huddled together, talking rapidly. They
kept glancing up at Evan as they talked.
What are they going to do to me? Evan wondered, frozen in fear.
Should I run? Should I try to explain?
More people came hurrying across the playground. As soon as they spotted
Evan, their expressions turned to surprise and amazement.
They’re all staring at me, Evan realized. They’re pointing at me as if I’m
some kind of freak.
I am some kind of freak! he admitted to himself.
Firefighters formed a line, holding their hatchets waist-high. Others readied the firehoses, aiming them up at Evan’s chest.
Evan heard more sirens. More police cars rolled on to the playground.
A young police officer with wavy red hair and a red mustache stepped up to
Evan. “What—is—your—name?” he shouted, speaking each word slowly, as if
maybe Evan didn’t speak English.
“Uh… Evan. Evan Ross,” Evan called down.
“Do you come from another planet?” the officer shouted.
“Huh?” Evan couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing.
He heard some of the softball players laughing, too.
“I live in Atlanta,” he shouted down to the officer. “Around the corner. On
Brookridge Drive.”
Several officers and firefighters held their ears. Evan’s voice came out
louder than he had planned.
Evan took a step toward them.
The firefighters raised a firehose. Several others readied their hatchets.
“He’s dangerous!” Evan heard Conan shout. “Watch out! He’s really dangerous!”
That got everyone shouting and screaming.
The playground was filling with people. Neighborhood people. Kids and their
parents. Cars stopped and people climbed out to see why the crowd had gathered.
More police cars bumped over the grass. Their wailing sirens added to the
deafening noise, the shouts and cries, the frightened murmurs.
The noise. The staring eyes. The pointed fingers.
It all started to make Evan dizzy.
He felt his legs tremble. His forehead throbbed.
The police had formed a line. They started to circle Evan.
As they closed in, Evan felt himself explode. “I can’t take any more!” he
screamed, raising his fists. “Stop it! Stop it! All of you! Get away! Leave me
alone! I mean it!”
Silence as the sirens cut off. The voices hushed.
And then Evan heard the red-haired police officer shout to the others: “He’s
turned violent. We have to bring him down!”
21
Evan didn’t have time to be frightened.
The firehoses chugged and gurgled—then shot out thick streams of water.
Evan ducked low. Dove forward. Tried to get away from the roaring water.
The force of the water
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